you need to urgently look for me at Jake’s cabin in the mountains.” Jake was her boyfriend. I remembered him well—charming at first glance, but with a dark, possessive streak. She loved him, though. I’d heard her talk about how intense he could get, how unpredictable. I wish I had taken her words more,

seriously. I called the police immediately. But it was too late. Jake had moved overseas years ago. The trail was cold, and whatever secrets that cabin held were long gone. To this day, I still think about that note. I wonder what I could’ve done. I wonder what really happened at that cabin in the mountains—and if I’ll ever find peace not knowing.