Forbidden Affairs
was the next big photo trend, and if she wanted the feature spot in Wanderlust Magazine, she had to deliver.
She reached the edge of the clearing, panting, and squinted through the storm.
A cabin stood alone beneath towering pine trees. Not a shack. Not a tent. A real, solid, two-story cabin with smoke curling from the chimney and warm golden light glowing behind the windows. She hurried toward it, stepping over logs and avoiding puddles until she reached the front porch.
She knocked once.
No answer.
She knocked again, shivering.
Still nothing.
Just as she was about to turn around and scream into the forest, the door swung open.