CHAPTER 12
The night was now eerily quiet. No breeze. No rustling of leaves. No indication that just minutes earlier, the entire woods had threatened to collapse in on itself like Roger’s rickety log cabin.
Kennedy knew where to go. She told herself that each time she second-guessed her footing and wondered if she was following the right trail. It felt like she and Willow had run a mile during the earthquake, but if Willow had spotted the cabin from Roger’s place, it couldn’t be nearly that far.
She wouldn’t get lost.
Shining Willow’s cellphone flashlight in one direction and then another, Kennedy thought back to all the wild animals that might live out here in the Alaskan wilderness. Polar bears weren’t this low beneath the arctic circle, were they? No, if this part of the state was k
