And Soon The Darkness -

The man pointed toward the dark heart of the forest. "The bridge is out on the main track. You go through the trees. Quickly. It gets dark fast."

They thanked him and pedaled on, but a mile into the woods, the canopy swallowed the remaining light. Then, Jane’s tire hissed and went flat. And Soon the Darkness

"Stay close," Cathy breathed, reaching for her heavy bike lock. The man pointed toward the dark heart of the forest

The sun was a bruised orange, hanging low over the French countryside. Cathy and Jane had been cycling for six hours, their legs burning, the map flapping uselessly against Cathy’s handlebars. but a mile into the woods