Hearts in the Heath

A fine mist drifted across the heath as dawn's first light began to

creep over the wild moorlands. Evelyn Harper's breath misted in

the cold morning air as she stood at the edge of the village, staring

out at the expanse of rugged wilderness. She had come to this

corner of England seeking an escape, though what exactly she was

escaping from-her past, her heartache, or herself-she wasn't

sure.