Chapter Three
Early that morning, Gwen watched as the group of middle-aged women who'd booked almost all the inn's rooms got ready to go hiking. It was already raining, but that didn't stop the group that had dubbed themselves the Furies.
Apparently, they all loved Greek mythology and loved to imagine themselves as terrifying monsters. When in reality, they were mostly polite older ladies with a love for extra-hot coffee and gaudy scarves.
The leader of the Furies, Helen, was going around to each member to inspect their pack and footwear.
"Alice, you can't wear sandals. We're going hiking, not a jaunt to the beach," said Helen.
"These sandals are specifically for hiking! I got them online."
"That's not a thing. There are rocks, and it's raining. Go put on the right shoes. I'm not car
