main trail.
Sheriff Mercer patrolled the main trail whenever teenagers went drinking near the overlook.
Lily took the old deer path behind Cooper’s Saw Mill, the one her mother had shown her before Buck came into their lives and made every day feel like a room with no windows.
The path climbed steep and mean.
Branches slapped her cheeks.
Pine needles stuck to her wet boots.
Once, she slipped on shale and caught herself against a stump, skinning her palm open.
She wrapped it in the hem of her shirt
