Hearts in the Heath

<p>A fine mist drifted across the heath as dawn's first light began to</p><p>creep over the wild moorlands. Evelyn Harper's breath misted in</p><p>the cold morning air as she stood at the edge of the village staring</p><p>out at the expanse of rugged wilderness. She had come to this</p><p>corner of England seeking an escape though what exactly she was</p><p>escaping from-her past her heartache or herself-she wasn't</p><p>sure. </p>