Sally's Novels

  Sam and Mike left the following morning, driving until the city lights fell away and the road thinned to a single ribbon through the trees. The GPS guided them the last few miles; the cabin sat far from town, a squat shape in a clearing, swallowed by darkness. The night outside mirrored the unease in their hearts. They stocked extra fuel for the generator, enough for phones and a lamp to push back the dark. On the way in, Sam’s phone buzzed. A text from Jason: “You think you can run away from me? I’ll find you both. Trust me.” Sam’s grip tightened around the phone. “J’s not letting go,” he muttered. Mike’s face hardened. “Then we’ll have to make him let go.” The cabin felt colder than the air outside. They lit the generator, sat at a rickety table, and ate in silence. Every spoonful tasted like guilt and adrenaline; each creak of the house made Sam flinch. Mike woke first the next morning and started a small fire. The cabin filled with the weak, steady smell of coffee. Sam joined...