THE TREK TO THE MUSIC shack barely took any time at all. If they’d walked at a reasonable pace, it would have been an hour from Emily’s house, maybe more. But Emily powered through the woods, practically jogging at times. Good thing the sun was barely up or Lana would no doubt be sweating through her clothes. Well... more so.
When they arrived outside Owen Rideout’s old cabin, Emily looked like someone had pulled all the bones out of her body. A strange but serene smile grew across her face. She was in heaven before they’d even opened the door.
They went inside to find the radio on and glowing like it had been when they’d first found it. Someone must have turned the crank during the night. Maybe this shack was a local hangout. But you’d think there’d be beer cans and other junk s
