They moved at midday as Liam said they would.
No ceremony around it. No final check of the safe house, no lingering at the tunnel entrance. Liam gave the word and they moved, single file into the trees, Rylan at the front reading the path that only he could see, Torvin behind him with his limp and his dignity, Anya third, then Elara, then Liam at the back where he could see all of them and none of them could see his face.
She had noticed he did that. Put himself at the back when they moved in a group. She had noticed a lot of things about how he positioned himself and she had filed all of them under the same heading.
A man who had spent his entire life making sure everyone he cared about was in front of him.
The forest moved past her on both sides, deep and green and doing its ordinary
