She’d left emergency food rations, a habit he’d instilled in her from birth that had intensified over the years leading to his death. No one knew about the place, save for her. Her father had insisted she keep the cabin a secret. Not even his best friend Murdock knew about the five-room log near the Oregon border. This was the most secure spot in the world. She was completely off the grid, which also meant she had no internet access. The satellite phone worked, but she’d turned it off and pulled out the battery for extra precaution, so she couldn’t be tracked. After leaving Las Vegas, a migraine had assaulted her without warning and she’d barely made it to the cabin. She wondered if leaving Jace had been the trigger. Everything inside her had felt dead as she walked out of that hotel room. To make matters worse, the headaches were coming faster and harder, becoming more intense each time. And she was beginning to wonder if there wasn’t something seriously wrong with her. Not even a day of rest and a full stomach had eased the aftershocks.
