Bella sat on the soft, leaf-covered ground and leaned back against a tree stump. The cabin walls had closed in on her, and without a car, her only other escape was the forest.

She had to leave. Her plans had foiled, no caps about that.

With a sigh she closed her eyes and rested her head back against the tree stump.

The late-morning air was warm, but not unbearable as it had been earlier in the week. The scent of dried leaves and pine surrounded her, carried on the soft breeze that lifted the ends of her hair.

Camilla wasn't picking up, so she considered, maybe asking the honeymoon couple...