Chapter 18
Orange and mauve sliced over the horizon, reflecting across the water of Crater Lake, stretching in long fingers along its placid surface. The trees didn’t move. There wasn’t even a breath of wind. Rebecca sat on the rock she’d picked out for her shots, her knees brought up so her elbows could rest on them while she waited. Even if the ground hadn’t been too uneven to allow her to set up a tripod, she wouldn’t have used one anyway. Cradling her camera in her hands gave her freedom to adjust quickly. If she needed to shift an inch to the left to get a better picture, she could without losing time.
Static wasn’t her style. Not anymore.
The sun inched downward, sinking below the craggy edge of the crater sliver by sliver. Part of Rebecca wished the book didn’t have an autumn the
