Stuart had always said he only turned off his phone on flights, with no exceptions.

So when Morwenna couldn't reach him, worry crept into her mind like a stubborn vine.

She recalled the day she bought her phone. The young tech at the store had mentioned that her model had a tracking feature identical to Stuart's.

With quick fingers, Morwenna activated the app and located Stuart's signal. It was far, near the southern outskirts of the town.

Without a second thought, she hopped on her bike and pedaled vigorously towards the signal.

Morwenna couldn't pinpoint her unease. Stuart was a grown man, capable and strong. Yet the thought of the scars he bore from past mishaps fueled her anxiety.

When riding swiftly, the dusk turned to deep night, but her experience navigating through dimly lit. Rural paths kept her pace steady.

hours, she reached the vicinity of the

remained constant,

path that cars would

website on Gøøglᴇ to access

heap of junked

GPS marker placed

be here? Why hadn't he taken off yet? It's

hunting in the woods had honed her night vision

spotted two menacing

gleamed sinisterly under the moonlight, its blade

down Morwenna's spine. Was Stuart kidnapped? Was he hurt? What had

afford. The wilderness

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