ISABELLA
The cabin sits exactly where I remember it from the overheard conversation—tucked deep into the woods, hidden behind a curtain of pines so thick the world outside feels like a rumor. The gravel crunches under the tires as Adrian pulls the car to a stop, and for a moment, none of us move.
The air is cold. Still.
Untouched.
Adrian steps out first, scanning the perimeter with the sharp, predatory focus that never leaves him. Tobias follows, hand on his weapon, eyes sweeping the tree line. I open my door slowly, the night air brushing against my skin like a warning.
The cabin looks abandoned, but not neglected. The porch is dusty, the windows smudged, but the structure is solid. My father always kept things that mattered to him in perfect condition—even the things he hid.
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