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Wyatt took in Nancy’s searching expression, realizing that in the dark he could see her clearly, but she likely saw only a shadow, if anything.
“It’s me. What are you doing wandering in the dark?” he asked.
She released a frustrated sputter while stomping back to the trail. “My flashlight died. Don’t change the subject.”
“Change the—”
“Are you alone? Is anyone else hiding in the shadows?” She peered into the darkness in vain.
“I’m alone—”
“I’m not the slapping type but I really want to slap you,” she said, her voice shrill. “I can’t believe you. You know for the first few days I wondered if I had imagined it all? At least I did when I wasn’t hoping you’d come back. And when I realized that was it, you were gone… I absolutely hated you!”
His hands moved out to hold and calm her,
