Introduction
I never thought a log cabin in the forest would serve as a final reminder of my imminent death. The foreboding fact that he would find me.
My mother’s last words, as she choked on her own blood, were “Give them hell, kid.” Which I have done since she took her last breath, and surrendered her ashes to the urn on our mantle.
Years on the run, years of raising my sister mostly on my own, had all led up to this. Every last decision had led me and Luna to Jackson, New Hampshire. The last piece of our mother we had was our grandfather’s hunting lodge.
But when raising a seven year old, a sixteen year old takes whatever they can get. Even if it’s possibly deadly. Even if he’s risking everything just to be where he thinks he needs to be.
Even if the place is too damn cold. Too wet, too vegetative. It was our home now, until we had to run again.
