More Questions Arise
There was a bench beside the garden, seemingly for studying, a fireplace that Miles’s mom had covered with black plastic paper, and a single lantern lighting the whole place. This place didn’t look like a shelter for someone trying to survive after getting lost in a forest. It was the home of someone trying to keep a low profile.
“Shoes,” Mrs. McCarthy pointed before motioning Miles into the cabin. He didn’t know what he’d expected to find, but his mouth fell open.