DYER

We both stand in the hallway facing each other. Anxiety clouds the space between us, making each breath painfully hard to take in.

Waiting for Bodie to speak, I search through my head for the most likely scenario that could have happened in my absence to warrant such expression on his face.

Nothing comes to mind, nothing at all. Everything seemed to be fine before I left earlier in search of the shaman.

“What then could have happened in my absence?” I question inwardly.

His ...