Katelina inhaled deeply. There was only the smell of frost and cold, evergreens and dead weeds. Then she smelled the birds, the musk of the wildlife, and finally, underneath, a thin thread of death. Her first thought was animal, but somehow she knew better; she knew it was

"Human," Trivila said.

The scent that had once filled Katelina with dread now made her stomach tighten. She followed the women past the well-kept area and into the weeds. Annabelle's dress snagged. ...