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Sitting in the living room of the cottage with the three other female volunteers, Shannon stared down bleakly at the half-eaten bowl of beef stew. It was actually quite good, but she had no appetite. She felt as though there was something she could be doing, but at the moment she was at a loss for what it might be.
For now, she was content to hear the other women hash over the details of what had happened to the van. They were so excited. It was the most dramatic thing to ever happen in their insignificant little lives. She wished she had been able to see the remains, but the sheriff had blocked off the dirt road to anyone other than proper authorities. So instead, she tried to picture everything as best she could by listening to the other women t
