Jeffrey is lost. Something isn’t right about this place. No matter which direction he goes, he ends up back at the vegetable garden fence. The grass between the fence and the dirt road here is freshly cut. He sits down, not caring that grass makes him itchy, replaying the afternoon in his mind. Searching for any clue that explains his situation. ** ** Earlier that day . . . The road is narrow and clings to the side of the mountain in a way that makes Jeffrey appreciate engineering. He’s never...