Noah
Noah’s knuckles were white as a sheet on the steering wheel as the car sped along the winding mountain roads. His keen eyes scanned the darkness frantically, looking for any sign of the trailhead that Zoe had mentioned, but saw nothing other than dense trees and outcrops of jagged rocks lining either side of the road.
“Are you sure it’s this way?” Noah asked for what felt like the millionth time that night, glancing at Zoe in the rearview mirror.
Zoe nodded, although she looked a little less certain than before. “I think so,” she said, her sparkling red dress catching the light as she shifted in her seat. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here, but I remember it being off this road.”
Drake, who had been silent for the past several minutes, suddenly spoke up. “Look, we
