“I don’t know,” I shot back, my focus locked on the scent. It was faint but persistent, weaving through the trees. The further we went, the more uneasy I felt, and soon enough, my earlier anger and jealousy had dissolved into pure fear.
We didn’t make it far before we stumbled upon Evans. He was sitting on a fallen log, his head in his hands. When he looked up and saw us, his face was pale, his eyes hollow.
“It’s my fault,” he said hoarsely, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t watch her closely enough. She… she left.”
Chris grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him slightly.
“What do you mean, she left?” he demanded. “Where did she go?”
Evans shook his head, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I don’t know. She was acting strange, tense all day. I tried to calm her down so I made some
