Point of No Return

Stella

My heart’s practically pounding out of my chest as we park the car, hidden behind a veil of trees. The forest feels even more thick and suffocating now than it did on the day that we came here to go mushroom hunting, now that I know what actually lies behind the mist.

Vance takes a moment to study the map I had snatched from him last night, his fingers tracing the uneven, ink-smeared lines