Beyond the Betrayal: Her New Beginning

lived. The cramped cabin's stale air, pine scent – hauntingly familiar. Jake

still at my neck. Last time, I' d blindly given it to them, believing Bre

ing trail, an "accident" watched by both Brenda and Jake. His shifty eyes, fixed on me, pus

broken in that ravine, utterly abandoned. The betrayal, agony, my sicken

" His face fell. Good. This time, I would live. I would fight. I just nee