Yet at this moment Ethan and I walked back to the packhouse, the stillness of night going around like a blanket covering body and soul. I could scarcely raise my legs to gain the stairs. All my movements were like walking with weights, my body heavy and unreceptive to my bidding in not getting any sleep over the past 2 days. The fatigue was accumulated and was layered, layer by layer, until it could take me over as a whole. Knowing that Ethan was with me was everything that kept me going, ...