Moira feels a cold chill creep along her spine. She shivers again, and turns around. Her breath catches in her throat. Way in the distance, up on the hillside, beneath a crop of tall trees, something glints in the sunlight. She puts her hand to her face, trying to shield out the sun from her eyes and get a better view. She can’t see clearly, but there’s definitely something there. She takes a few steps forward. Squints harder. That’s when she sees it. Her heart rate accelerates. Someone is watching them through binoculars.
