“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.” ― Mary Shelley

Chapter 1

When I eased open the accordion door to the bedroomette, the sky outside our porthole-shaped window was still dark, the silhouettes of the redwoods just a shade blacker. I tiptoed into the hallway and a river of cold air whooshed over me. The Airstream rocked in the storm and I stretched my hands out, touching both walls to steady myself.