(Cam)
I got a notification that someone was near, and Jackson’s grainy face showed up on the hunting camera Isla had installed. He was followed by his mate, Isabella and Nisha.
Great, the entire party showed up.
Lucas sat up, a wide goofy grin plastered on his face. “Isabella is here,” he announced without checking the security footage.
“Yes,” I agreed. Going back to the book I was reading about native foliage in Canada, but I couldn’t focus so I went to check a map of minor rivers across the continental United States.
Their footsteps sounded. Isla, then Jackson, and Isabella. I wondered when I learned to catalog their footsteps, it wasn't intentional, but they were all so different. It was like how Jackson knew who was outside by our knocks.
“We thought you could use some food,
