The journey to the cabin seemed to drag on, the night air chilly and dense on my skin. My mind was scattered, thinking about Henry, his loved ones, and the parts of the puzzle that didn't quite align. Despite my persistent questions, I couldn't dismiss another lingering thought.
The dawn.
I had been away for an extended period. She was likely anticipating my return, curious about my delay. I pictured her walking back and forth in the tiny room, possibly giving me a piercing glare as soon as I entered. The idea nearly caused me to smile—nearly.
However, something felt off.
As I neared the cabin, the sensation intensified, resembling a faint buzzing in the depths of my thoughts. After finally glimpsing the cabin among the trees, I noticed the elderly woman standing outside. Her small fig
