The canopy was thick enough she was only moderately wet. She hardly noticed. Emily was too busy beating herself black and blue inside.

All she had to do was reach out to him. Was that so hard? Just a word, a moment of compassion. Where had her soul gone? She was starting to wonder if she even had one. There was so much empty surrounded by hurt Emily was sure she was as hollow as the visions she saw of the girls.

She tripped over a root, cursing as she looked up for the first ...