Her pack was full. No garbage left behind. She’d bagged the books she’d brought in Ziplocs so that they’d survive the winter for the next lookout. She took only the Bourne books because Danny had loved them so. She could even hear them now, read out in his deep warm voice.
Danny Chay and Jason Bourne, both men on a path to discovering their true identity. The irony of that only caught up with her now and it made her cry even more than she already was. He was out there somewhere doing just that…she was the one who was completely lost.
She padlocked the door and descended the stairs a final time. The Forest Service asked if she’d be back next summer. Unable to imagine how she could ever come back to all of these memories, she’d refused. Next summer was too far away to think about anyway.
