Chapter 45 Melissa

• The cabin had a strange feel to it, as moonlight poured through the woods outside. I sat on the timeworn couch, my fingers grasping the shredded fabric and listening to the gentle noises of the forest around us. The distant cry of an owl shattered the quiet.
• Frank had told me that my mother was safe, but it didn't relieve the uneasiness gnawing at my insides.
• I was plagued by Gustavo's face, never expecting him to turn against us, and the reality of his death stung more than I cared to admit. I shut my eyes and breathed in the smells of pine and soil.