Using your cell phone as a flashlight, you pick your way down the well-worn trail. Above the treetops, you see the moon has risen higher in the night sky, a bright orb that brings a ghostly light to the world below.
A hooting owl startles you and you laugh breathlessly as you clutch your phone to your chest. You spot the nearly camouflaged creature nestled in an old, dead tree and feel an odd sense of relief at the sight of something alive and perfectly normal. Something that genuinely belongs here in the preserve.
What are you doing? You've come out to these woods with no clear idea of what you're really hoping to accomplish and no particular path to follow beyond the half-drawn map your great-aunt provided.
You come to a bend in the trail and notice it splits off in two directions. You pull out your letter and hold it up to see by your phone's light. You're fairly certain the path continuing to the right is the one marked by Rebecca, but there doesn't seem to be any indication or hint of the path to branching to the left. You hesitate as you consider your options.