Sally's POV
The woodland floor crackles under my feet as we walk deeper into the trees, each footstep illuminated by soft lanterns hanging from branches that definitely weren't there this morning. Sean's hand holds mine firmly, his grip protective as he guides me along the uneven path. He's been strange all day, deflecting my questions with shoulder rubs and spa treatments until I was too relaxed to keep pressing for answers.
Now he's led me out here with nothing but a cryptic "you'll see" and that mischievous sparkle in his eyes that makes my stomach flutter with both wariness and excitement.
"Will you at least give me a hint about what's happening?" I ask, carefully stepping over a fallen branch I can barely make out in the dim light.
"Absolutely not," he replies, and I can hear the grin in his voice.
I shoot him a look. "This is exactly how every thriller movie begins, you know. Woman follows mysterious man into dark woods."
