What Lies in the Woods

by Kate Alice Marshall

The flesh does not acknowledge linear time, a therapist had once told me. The past is written alongside the present on our skins.

“That’s the thing about trust, isn’t it?” Ethan said. “You gather all the evidence you can, use your brain, weigh character and past actions. But the final inch of it—that’s faith. Trust means believing in someone. It’s not just a conclusion. It’s a choice.”