Ripley's POV
Ripley woke up bright and early on Saturday morning. There was an anxious knot gnawing away at her gut, but she couldn't deny the flutter of anticipation that had settled in her chest.
Jake had told her he didn't want to come pick her up because it was important for her to have her own vehicle at the compound. He didn't want her to feel trapped.
Ripley loaded her bag into the back of her truck and climbed in.
She was thankful that the drive was a little longer than she expected. She never wanted to be late, but it helped to have the extra time to settle her nerves.
Jake's family home was a good drive out of town. The property was lined in thick woods, but after you broke through the timber, there was plenty of rolling pasture. It was like a little encapsulated kingdom, a fairytale nestled in the Tennessee backwoods.
Complete with an angry witch.