Four
Björn’s pulse raced. His feet seemed stuck to the asphalt as he glanced around to the forest he had come from, the meadows on the other side, the asphalted road that led to the city. He wanted to run at first. It was natural. It was instinct. But there was nowhere to run. He couldn't escape. And maybe he didn't even want to.
Björn wanted it to be over. Just let them kill him. It would be quick. They would show no mercy. In these last moments, his life passed by him in reverse, just like they said it would in the movies. He recognized that the only time he was happy—truly happy—had been in that boat with Annie. When the giant whale appeared from the depths of the oceans and somehow spoke to the deepest part of him, and when he had the privilege to look into her brimming eyes. That mo
