Violet again surveyed the area. No sign of her husband. Out behind the cabin, Violet spotted a few tree stumps next to a measly pile of damp firewood. She made her way to the stump, took a seat, and waited. There was no back door, and what Violet could see was obscured mostly from the moth-eaten lace curtains that hung over the grimy windows. Making herself comfortable, Violet sat, and waited.