5
My heart pounded in my throat. Nausea overwhelmed me. I couldn’t breathe. The wild animals weren’t sniffing the dirt. A dead body lay on the ground, barely covered by the snow, not fifteen feet from where I stood with my three-year-old nephew. This couldn’t be real life. But it was.
Something terrible must have happened. People didn’t just die while hiking through the forest and then bury themselves in the snow.
Snow. Sn. Sn was the symbol for tin. Periodic element fifty. Between indium and antimony.
Deep breaths.
“Kevin? Is that what I think it is?”
“Daddy, can I see?” Kyle asked.
“Sorry, no. This path is closed, right?,” Kevin said. “The sign says.”
“Sign says E.”
“Yes, it does. Aunt Aly’s going to take you back to the car.”
Nope. No way. Before I moved to Shady Grove, the to
