THE REMARRIED HEIRESS
CATALINA
The next day, the three of us set out earlier than usual, drawn by a trail recommended by one of the resort staff, a lesser-known path near the Craters of the Moon geothermal park, promising fewer crowds and misty, cinematic views.
Dante packed a small day bag, granola bars, water bottles, and Chen’s dinosaur-shaped fruit snacks while I laced Chen’s tiny hiking boots.
The trail wound through thick ferns and towering trees, the scent of moss and earth rich with promise. As we reached a small clearing with views of steaming vents and rolling hills beyond, we sat on a fallen log.
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