Chapter Forty-One

Beckett

The forest feels different now.

Not safer. Just changed. The cold bites the same. The snow still sucks the heat from our boots and burns the air in our lungs. But something is different in the silence. Like the woods are holding their breath with us. Waiting for something.

I keep my eyes locked on the ground. On the shape of her feet in the snow. The way her prints dip deeper at the ball o