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had arrived. The cabin was small, comfortable for a family of four, and spacious for her. She unlocked it, and was greeted by a small paper message that Linda must have left for her.
    The place is yours for as long as you need! Make new adventures!
    Ingrid rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, before entering the wooden sanctuary. After settling down, Ingrid sat on the squishy sofa, and allowed herself to dream of a world where things were a little bit different.

 
    Chapter 3
     
    “Where the hell is this stupid lake?”
    A couple of days later, and the isolation was driving Ingrid insane. Which was, in it of itself, an amusing little situation because she had lived the past ten years on her own.
    Even so, there was a difference.
    Between living in a house where it was surrounded by noise… the sounds of cars and of people all around. The forest was quiet, tranquil… almost too tranquil.
    “Can’t even get good TV here,” She grumbled to herself, stumbling over another rock in a winding trail.
    In the past couple of days, Ingrid had kept herself busy, kept herself moving and doing something. She had even redecorated the place… a few times.
    She wasn’t used to sleeping for so long and so sleeping in was hard to do when her body was already wired to shoot up at the mere mention of daylight.
    Lucky for her, Linda had left her a few things for her to entertain herself with. A few choice movies to help her relax—like the latest action films, or at-home exercise videos—and directions to nearby hotspots where she could enjoy nature.
    Hiking was never a forte, so traveling up one of the mountain peaks wasn’t up on her list. Supposedly, there was a zip line some ways away from the cabin but Ingrid had gotten lost several times trying to find the damn thing.
    There were a few other things… like hot springs but that required driving and her car had all but run out of gas on the way here and she was saving every drop for the return home. Leaving only a large lake or the Estate of some rich guy living a few hundred acres away.
    Lake it was.
    And she had been walking for quite a while now…
    “Next time I see you, Linda, I’m going to have to instruct you in the fine arts of cartography,” Ingrid sighed as she stared at the confusing arrows and scribbles on the paper in her hands.
    “Where even am I?”
    Ingrid turned around and looked at the way she came, staring at the tall sycamores and beech trees and seeing their leaves and needles rustle with each breeze.
    Each gust of warm air brought forth a simple flavor of different scents that made up the woods around her and Ingrid allowed herself to take it in and calm down. She had been walking for about an hour, maybe two, and hadn’t had much luck.
    Still, she was certain she knew her way back (she’d seen enough of Survivorman to know better than to leave traces or marks to help her) and she found herself caught between trudging on or calling it quits.
    Go back… to what though? A lonely cabin and canned peaches?
    Biting her lip, Ingrid glanced down at the poorly drawn map in her hands. She didn’t really have many options and she wasn’t too keen on heading back any time soon.
    Plus, she was leaving little marks on the trees… she’d be able to find her way back if she gets too lost… right?
    Ingrid took in a breath and looked back in the direction of the lake (or so she hoped it was) and set her shoulders.
    A few more minutes of walking couldn’t hurt, even if hiking did suck… it was better than sitting around or following some trollop’s advice on how to do proper squats (honestly all the posturing is wrong).
    It’s not like Ingrid was an expert or anything and she wasn’t particularly slim like the models on the video either. But maybe that’s what it was… all that slimness that insisted it was the real thing.
    She wasn’t bitter, but she was certainly tired of being called a fat cow when she could very well outrun half the people at her own firm.