The next morning, the world outside my window looked deceptively peaceful a quiet snowfall, soft and slow, like the mountain itself was holding its breath. But inside me, everything was chaos.
Ezra had fallen asleep on the small couch across from me, his arm draped over the side, hair tousled from the long night. I hadn’t slept at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard their voices again Ken’s low whisper, Helen’s laugh, Karl’s little giggle caught somewhere in between.
By the time the first light touched the cabin walls, I already knew what I had to do.
The camera bag sat by the door, and the truth sat in my hands. It was over.
Ezra stirred when I stood up. “You didn’t sleep,” he said softly.
“I didn’t need to,” I murmured. “I finally know what I’m going to do.”
He sat forward, s
