Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen The Cabin of Ghosts

The ride to the cabin was long, bumpy, and wrapped in a suffocating silence. Meadow sat stiffly at first, hands folded neatly on her lap, but the exhausting events of the day slowly pressed her eyelids shut. She drifted in and out of sleep like a child worn thin by fear.

Each time she slumped over ...

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