It was a ten-minute drive to the home, giving Aleja enough time to finish the podcast she’d started while pulling on her puppy-patterned scrubs this morning. As always, it was a true crime story centering on a young woman named Violet Timmons, who’d been missing for six months. And as always, it made Aleja remember the last words Violet had left on her voicemail. Hi, Al. I’m going on a quick solo hike near the falls. If I’m not back in a few hours, assume Bigfoot is trying to make me his forest bride and swoop in for a rescue!
