Chapter 229

‘Coincidentally, yes. But that’s not the point. If you don’t want the psychic, at least go for the view. Her shop’s in Elmridge, near The Skyveil Trail. It’s a tourist spot. Waterfalls, woods, vineyards, the whole thing. Google it.’ I did after we hung up. Apparently, it was more than just a trail. There was Skyveil Falls, Echo Grove, The Overlook at Dusk, Pine & Pour Taproom, Old Bramble Farm. And a whole street packed with psychics, tarot readers, crystal shops, energy healing pop-ups. In the Instagram pics, half the town looked like a glittery fever dream. I scrolled through a few posts. Reviews mentioned the air smelling clean, the quiet, the food trucks. It wouldn’t kill me to get out of the city for two days. Even if I skipped the psychic, I could at least eat a decent lunch and stare at a tree for once. I started looking at hotels. And I kept looking after dinner. Ashton tilted his head from the far end of the couch. ‘You’re going to Elmridge?’ ‘Yeah. Just for a few days.’ He st