Carolyn took the easement back to the land trust’s board. On December ninth, she called to tell me it had been approved. A notary would come to the cabin the next morning. After I signed, Carolyn planned to take the documents directly to the county clerk for recording.
I went to bed with Luke’s letter on the nightstand. For the first time since his death, I could imagine opening it soon.
At 2:14 a.m., an engine stopped at the bottom of my road. I got up without turning on a light and looked toward the barn.
A figure was walking through the snow, carrying a red gas can.
