Morgan desperately needed the fresh air to clear his mind. His heart played tug-of-war, with Evan on one side and his family on the other. He found a tree behind the shack and slid down the trunk to the ground. He set his arms on his knees and stared into the woods, searching for a solution to the turmoil in his heart.
He leaned his head back against the trunk and let out a ragged sigh. His anger was gone. If the sound he’d heard was the door to the shack, so was Evan. He felt the overwhelming pain of heartbreak and loss seep into his soul. Yet as he watched the sky grow darker, he became aware of someone near him, watching him.
“Evan?”
No answer came. The shack was several feet from where he sat, but he could get to it if something was out there. The woods were eerily quiet and still.
