Tight, easy to miss. If you squeeze through, it drops you onto a different face. I used it before the rescue even reached me.” He paused. “They still insisted on checking me for injuries. Wanted to take me home.” “But you didn’t go,” Nora said.
“No,” Liam replied quietly. “I’d spent years in the city before that. Noise, crowds, jobs that never felt like they mattered. Up here, everything slowed down. Food was something I found. Water was something I listened for. Days had shape again.” He gestured toward the trees near the pond.