The woods always brought him peace. It was the hush between the leaves that made him feel weightless, like the rest of the world had forgotten to chase him for a while. Just the steady crunch of his boots on soil, the rise and fall of birdsong in the canopy, and the slow, grounding rhythm of his breath. He was a few miles deep now -- far enough that even the phone in his pocket had given up on a signal. That was fine. He'...