The moose’s eyes spoke of trust and desperation, reaching out to her in a way she couldn’t ignore. While she tried to discover more, Avery’s hand brushed against something unusual—an old, worn diary buried beneath a heap of pine needles.
The leather cover was embossed with a moose, hinting at maybe a wild-life lover’s journal. It looked new and felt out of place yet intriguing, important, urging her to uncover its stories. Opening the diary, Avery was greeted by lively handwriting detailing a traveler’s forest journey.