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-Jonah- I knew the river would be cold this early in the morning, but we had no choice. Liana was covered in blood, and it was important for her to clean up thoroughly—not just to avoid suspicion but also to help her move past the trauma. While she washed up in the river behind me, shielded by some bushes and trees, I busied myself checking on our belongings and horses. After a significant amount of time had passed with no sign of her, I started to worry. I feared her fears might have overwhelmed her again. As I approached the river to check on her, I reflected on how I had shared my story with her. I had never told anyone that story before, and yet, it had come out so easily. I told myself it was to help calm her down, but it had felt right to confide in her. I shook my head, trying to