He had two choices—sit there, defenseless, waiting for someone to decide whether he was guilty of something he didn’t understand, or go back to the forest and uncover the truth himself. He had to prove he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but more importantly he needed answers, something that he believed he wasn’t going to get from Dr. Monroe.
The moment Daniel stepped back onto the forest trail, a wave of unease washed over him. The trees loomed taller now, the path darker than before. He picked up his pace, retracing his earlier route. His breath misted in the cooling evening air. The forest felt heavier, almost watching him.