Harrison dug, finding tools nearby in an unlocked shed, and carved out a grave for her son. She watched, barely moving, until he finished.

  She laid him in the hole, wrapped in a shawl she’d knit some winters ago, warmed from her body. Without a word, she pressed dirt in around him, tears flowing down her cheeks as she covered her son in earth.

  Harrison could have killed her, but he didn’t, watching silently from above as she finished her work.

  She sat back, cheeks slick with tears, wound across her jaw stinging with each bite of salt. Mud caked her hands. What now?

  She looked up at her son’s killer, and he met her gaze. “Will you kill me now?”

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  Rebekah shook her head. “Not here.” She wouldn’t allow this monster to lie in death beside her son. That spot remained for someone else.

  “Then where?”

  “Where does your daughter lie?”

  His eyes clouded over and he looked away. “North.”

  “Take us there.”

  Their walk began again. Rebekah took supplies from her own home, surprised at the woman she saw in the mirror. Not the same woman.

  It mattered little. She changed only to avoid suspicion, found a bit of food to eat to return her strength, and walked again behind Harrison as he continued his relentless journey.

  For a time, she questioned. What was she doing? Then, she grew too tired.

  Whatever would happen, would happen when her task was done.