8:56 a.m.
A woman with a soft looking face I vaguely recognize is standing in Ada’s cabin. She looks straight at me, but I’m hidden in the trees—always unseen.
Watching this woman as I wait calms me. She’s lost in thought. If I were in the room, I bet I’d hear humming. When she cracks her neck, I feel stiff, overly aware of myself. I mimic her action, and my relief breaks the silence.