Chapter 227

SIENNA

I killed the engine and the headlights. The sudden, absolute silence of the woods pressed in on me, broken only by the frantic hammering of my own heart and into the cold mountain air. The smell of pine clung to everything. The ground was soft with fallen needles. The moon hung low—too low, too bright—casting long, skeletal shadows between the trees.

Cabin 9 sat at the very edge of the ri