“I didn’t see it.” Mom sniffled and wiped at her eyes with a tissue.
The six of us trudged through the woods towards the heart of White Mountain territory. I’d walked this same path countless times, but it was different now.
I could remember running through these same woods with Graham when we were kids.
I clutched Reid’s hand tightly, and listened with sadness and disbelief weighing heavy on my heart as my parents recounted my brother’s discovery.
“I can only assume that this was spur-of-the-moment. It wasn’t premeditated—there was nothing for me to see.” Mom clearly felt guilty. Her voice was thick with compunction and sorrow, and her sentence ended with yet another strangled-sounding sob.
“A warrior found him just within the bounds of the protection spell,” Dad continued for he
