So maybe this living together thing made her panic.
And maybe in her panic she disappeared. For two months.
And maybe she just took her favorite gun and a couple grand, leaving everything (including her phone) behind.
So what?
People make mistakes. Scorpio was damn skilled at making mistakes. She stood at the foot of the steps to the small cabin in the middle of nowhere, Alaska, wondering if she should knock or just turn around and disappear for another two months.
She decided on knocking, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this could still be her home.












