Chapter 8
Chase followed the familiar path, checking every minute or so to make sure Rebecca was keeping pace. It wasn’t a particularly hard trail, but athletic ability sure helped the climb. Rebecca seemed to be doing just fine, pausing every now and again to take it all in.
He loved watching the awe in her eyes, the sheer joy whenever she pointed out a large mushroom or a scattering of wildflowers. He would love to see her face if they actually saw a moose. He smiled thinking about it.
“How you doing?” he asked.
“Great,” she said. “How often do you come here?”
“A handful of times throughout the year. Not nearly as much as I used to.”
This place used to be his saving grace. After his mom died, he would spend hours getting lost in the trees and ignoring life. He refused to cry in fro
