Page 90 of Guess Again

Lake Morikawa, Wisconsin Tuesday, August 5, 2025

ETHAN PULLED THE brONCO ONTO THE MAIN HIGHWAY FOR THE fifteen-minute ride into town.

The rain came from nowhere and fell in sheets, his wipers barely able to keep up.

“Damn,”

he said as he squinted through the windshield.

The pines that flanked the highway were bent against the wind, and he considered turning back.

But it had been two months since he’d been up to the cabin, and the refrigerator and pantry were empty.

He at least needed water and dinner for the night.

He tried the high beams but they lighted the falling rain and made visibility worse, so Ethan switched on his fog lights to help navigate the road.

Headlights appeared in the distance.

He was used to an empty road when he ventured into town and was surprised to see someone else braving the elements.

He slowed the Bronco as the oncoming vehicle sped past, barely able to make out that it was a Range Rover.