Claire POV
We burst into a small clearing in the trees, moonlight showing a stretch of mud scattered with footprints.
Here. We were here.
This was where it happened.
Whatever “it” was.
Andy’s scream no longer echoing through the woods, but it continued to swirl in my mind.
I knew it was a scream that was going to live in my heart until the day that I died.
That sound…
It hadn’t just been a scream of fear.
It had been a scream of pain.
And I knew, even before we found him lying there in the mud, that it was going to be bad.
But when we nearly stumbled over his poor broken body, my heart simply shattered.
Andy lay bleeding, dying, his blood pooling out onto the ground around him, the rain splattering and splashing it.
And a knife stuck out
