The Preserve, Tuesday

[not_a_haint]

Caleb did not enjoy feeling like this. Ever since Grace had left the Devil's Cradle and never written, like she'd promised to do, this kind of agitation just left him feeling lonely. His habit in the past year and a half, when it got too distracting to ignore, had been to go off into the woods and make believe he was a hermit or stranded on an island or something.

Yesterday's dalliance with a very straightforward vet tech had taken the edge off a bit but he still felt the need to go be solemn in a pretend wilderness.

So he'd made himself a little campsite and did his best to forget the world.