Page 117 of Run to Me

MAISY

Miggy

Meet me at this address in one hour.

Tate

What are we doing?

Miggy

Using our imaginations.

Me

Sounds dangerous. I’m in.

Tate

Can I bring a snack?

Miggy

Oh! Is there a third Holloway brother? Bring him.

Graham

I’m in this group chat, darling.

Miggy

I jest. You know graham crackers are my favorite snack.

Tate

Aww.

Graham

Pretzel?

Tate

It’s cracker adjacent.

Me

We’ll be there.

Acting cagey, Tatum ditches me at the last minute. She gives a barrage of lame excuses about why she can’t join me to meet up with Graham and Miguel. As I pull up to the address Miguel provided, I’m wishing I would’ve made my excuses as well.

The destination looks like something straight out of a horror movie about summer camp. It’s not just the creepy remoteness or the gnarly trees making my skin crawl; it’s the dilapidated mobile home sitting in the middle of an overgrown clearing.

Graham stands by a rental car, his head on a constant swivel, eyes big and alert as if someone or something could jump out of the trees at any moment and snatch him.

“What is this place?” I ask through my rolled-down window, afraid to get out of the truck. Plus, I’m not willing to give up the air conditioning for the blistering July heat unless I have to.