The canopy was thick enough she was only moderately wet. She hardly noticed. Emily was too busy beating herself black and blue inside.
All she had to do was reach out to him. Was that so hard? Just a word, a moment of compassion. Where had her soul gone? She was starting to wonder if she even had one. There was so much empty surrounded by hurt Emily was sure she was as hollow as the visions she saw of the girls.
She tripped over a root, cursing as she looked up for the first time. The woods. The very place they expected to find Cole, though the search was over. The volunteers called back, the dogs led away. Emily shuddered at the thought of some hunter stumbling over his body a decade from now, a small collection of white bones in a rotted sheath of blue cotton. Was he there? Could he be
