Today we had Dr. Cofield back out to remove Cassie’s staples and stitches. We also noticed a scrape on her ear. Obviously, she’s been scratching her ear on something sharp. After inspecting the stall, the only thing sharp was a cut zip tie. I always tell people never cut the zip ties because there’s razor sharp. I have since removed the plywood with the zip ties until we can replace it. Her wound has been treated and additional anabiotic added to her medication routine. Possum did very good for

Chapter Three: Crossett Light Judd didn’t believe in ghosts. Not the kind that wore sheets and rattled chains. He believed in memory—the kind that hangs in the air after the mill shifts and clings to your clothes like woodsmoke. Ghosts, to him, were smells, noises, patterns you couldn’t unsee. But that didn’t stop him from driving out past Unity Road, radio low, thermos full, and silence in the passenger seat where his old man used to ride. The Crossett Light didn’t care if you believed. It show