Chapter 8

Evie

Itake a deep breath of Yosemite's mountain air, allowing the bliss to fill me. The weather is a perfect sixty-seven degrees with bright blue skies dotted with puffy white clouds. My watch app tells me I've clocked three miles with minimal elevation. The low-impact hike around the lake is breathtaking, optimal for getting my week of solo treks off to a spectacular start.

I make my way to the parking lot, hop into the Porsche and check my messages.

Paul has sent me a photo of Caroline grinning, a black and red takeout box beside her. It's from Le Marais. Who knew they delivered to hospitals? The photo brings a smile to my face.

She'll be okay.

My stomach grumbles loudly. I'd intended to stop for something to eat on the way to the park but didn't want to miss the daylight. Now I am starving. I search on my phone for a place to grab a bite between the park and the hotel and find one option dab smack between the two. I will be there in twenty-five minutes.

The place sounds benign enough.

I hit Start on the navigation and head straight for Yosemite Sam's.