JUDY’S POV
“There’s an old hut at the foot of the mountain,” he explained, his voice filled with an excitement that was contagious. “I’ve been there before—ages ago—and I thought it might be fun for us to check it out.”
I gave him a skeptical look.
“An abandoned hut? That sounds… romantic,” I teased, though my smile betrayed my curiosity.
Chris grinned, his confidence unwavering. “Trust me. You’ll love it.”
The descent was easier than I had expected, the faint light of the stars and the cool night air invigorating. Chris led the way, his hand occasionally reaching back to help me over a tricky patch of trail. He was humming softly, his mood infectious.
When we finally reached the hut, I had to admit it was both eerie and enchanting. The structure was small and weathered, its wooden
