A fine mist drifted across the heath as dawn's first light began to
creep over the wild moorlands. Evelyn Harper's breath misted in
the cold morning air as she stood at the edge of the village, staring
out at the expanse of rugged wilderness. She had come to this
corner of England seeking an escape, though what exactly she was
escaping from—her past, her heartache, or herself—she wasn't
sure.