Their honeymoon was supposed to be the beginning of everything. It was. Just not in the way they expected. Mara and Daniel rent a remote cabin in the Pacific Northwest old-growth for their honeymoon. No wifi. No neighbors. Forty acres of ancient forest and two people who are still figuring out what it means to belong to each other. On the second morning, Mara watches something enormous stand at the tree line and look back at her. It doesn't run. It doesn't threaten. It waits. What follows is seven days that neither of them will ever fully explain — a week of gifts left and gifts returned, of sounds in the dark, of a young one pressing its palm to rain-wet glass, and of a final morning when something that had been watching them all week came to the clearing's edge to say goodbye. They arrived as newlyweds. They left as witnesses to something the world wasn't ready to know about. They had to decide what to do with what they'd seen. A tender, suspenseful story about first contact, trust, and what it means to discover that you are sharing the world with something extraordinary.