He was an odd sort, friendly, mischievous, intriguing. I assumed he had forgotten me when my phone buzzed. His text served to perplex me further. Hyperlinked numbers connected to a map with a destination in the middle of nowhere. Answers to my questions lay in the palm of my hand.
A desolate road ended at a ghost town. Dilapidated buildings clustered together, lending each other the courage to stand.
Except one. Unbroken glass in freshly painted casings spoke of arrested neglect. I climbed ...