Epilogue
Several months had passed, and we were about to celebrate Axel’s sixth birthday. Ahlqvist had been in touch a few times since our camping misadventure, but we hadn’t gone back. I was afraid that The Neck would be able to call on Axel, and Anders had lost his love for the forest.
He was a little better now, but there were days when the guilt ate him alive. He wasn’t the same man—he lost something that day. My husband, who’d never been afraid of anything, never let the kids out of his sight anymore; he no longer took them to the forest, and he hadn’t touched his camping gear since we got back.
I hoped he would rekindle his love for nature, because an Anders in the city wasn’t a happy Anders. He needed to feel free, and he hadn’t these past months. He’d practically turned agora
