Your hands are shaking. The argument still ringing in your ears.

The trees loom ahead, black silhouettes against the dim sky. You pace along the treeline, trying to breathe.

The sound came from deeper in the woods. A rustle of leaves. The faint orange glow of something small and lit.

Curiosity cuts through the anger. You step off the path, moving toward the glow.

Behind a thick oak, you see him.