Three minutes, she told herself. Just three more minutes, and Clara Weiss ceases to exist.
In a town built on optical illusions, the only thing more dangerous than the landscape is the truth.
Clara didn't stop to question it. She turned, clutching the handle of the new bag, and started back down the trail. It wasn't until she was a mile away, safely ensconced in the driver’s seat of her rented Jeep, that she dared to look inside.
