“See? The map says we’re fine,” Jake said, tapping his phone screen. The blue dot blinked stubbornly in a white void, as if floating in a sea of nothing. “We just stay on this road for another eight miles, and we hit 219.”
Maya grabbed Jake’s arm. “We go back to the car.” wrong turn msv
“Don’t,” Maya said. “Jake, don’t get out of the car.” “See
But the clock’s broken face lay on the floor—and behind it, carved into the wood of the casing, was a message they hadn’t seen before. Fresh, deep, bleeding sap like an old wound. “See? The map says we’re fine
He took one step. Then another.
“Just a wrong turn,” he whispered. “We just took a wrong turn.”