Avy Scott -

For a long moment, she stared at the orbs. Her whole life had been about finding stories, distilling them into columns of print, moving on to the next. But here, in the amber silence of the mountain, she understood that some stories weren’t meant to end. They were meant to be lived inside.

Avy Scott had a rule: never let the sun set on a story half-told.

She began to climb.