The walk back felt twice as long as the way down. By the time they reached the cabin, the sun was dipping below the ridge, turning what was supposed to be lunch into a late dinner.Ryan and Aunt Martha were sitting on the porch, deep in conversation while they waited. At the sound of footsteps, they both looked up, their jaws dropping in unison.The pair approaching them was a sight to behold—and not in a good way.They were caked in mud, their clothes were torn, their hair was a bird’s nest, and they looked utterly exhausted. They looked like they had been dragged through a swamp and back.“Good heavens! What on earth happened to you two?” Martha cried, jumping to her feet and rushing toward them.Ryan was right behind her, his eyes wide.“We had a little accident with the bike, but we’re fine,” Aaron said, finally letting the moped rest against the fence. His arm had gone completely numb, the sensation replaced by a dull, heavy ache.Hearing the commotion, a middle-aged man stepped
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