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You know those optical illusion drawings, where if you turn your head and look at just the right angle, a young woman’s portrait becomes an old woman’s profile? And then, having seen it, you can’t unsee it.
Once we stumbled upon the first three potential graves, we couldn’t stop seeing them everywhere. We found four other cairns and two simple, half-rotted wooden crosses, fallen to the earth they’d once stood upon.
“We need to stop,” Roger said.
I agreed; I’d just been waiting for him to suggest it. Completely wrung out and overwhelmed, I couldn’t imagine what Addy was feeling. She’d said she didn’t want to stay in the car, but that was about all she’d said beyond, Is there more water? or I think there’s another grave here.
Mike threw an arm over my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
