Chapter Six
Rebecca and Charlie had loved each other for years and had come this way many times since she was a little girl. It was a Saturday afternoon tradition, a nice walk at a comfortable pace through the field behind the house, across the creek at the edge of the woods, and then into the trees on a well-worn path.
They both always knew where they were going and never deviated. It was the same every Saturday.
Rebecca wasn’t sure how much longer Charlie would make this walk, so she cherished the smell of the damp leaves and the sound of Charlie’s iron shoes clacking on the occasional stone, and lovingly watched his head move up and down with his gait, his ears flicking back and forth as he heard sounds she didn’t.
This was her one day of the week at the farm where she was raised an
