29I found Gideon here before, or more like he found me. I stand inside the circle of the trees, in the clearing, waiting, appreciating the absolute beauty of this place.
The bobbing lights catch my attention, and I trail after them through the ferns and over the leaf-strewn path. Then I see Gideon and my heart jumps, my stomach drops. He’s standing a short distance ahead of me. He doesn’t see me, he can’t from the angle at which he’s standing. My step falters. I move behind a tree, unexpectedly feeling the need to hide. He looks anxious and troubled more than I’ve ever seen on his face before. It infects his entire manner. He runs his hands over his face, as he peers deeper into the grove of trees and begins to pace. I wonder what’s wrong. What’s happened to do this to him? Then he’s movi
