The sun beats down on Amelia and me as we continue walking deeper into the forest. Hours have passed since we started our search for Grace and as we grow closer to the center where the lake sits, the less hope I have in finding her. With a defeated sigh, I lean against the nearest tree and take a deep breath.
"The good news is we are growing closer to the lodge." Amelia states sadly as she joins me in leaning against the tree, exhaustion clear as day in her blue eyes.
"The bad news is we can't find Grace." I add somberly, looking towards her. To think just days ago Amelia and I became friends looking for Grace in the first place and now we are back to square one. With a sad smile on my lips, I close my eyes and open my senses once more trying to get any trace scent of Grace or the
