I tip my head back against the trunk again and let my eyes drift up to the hunting tower by the edge of the trees. It must be a long time since anyone went up there, and I find myself wondering whether it’s still in use. I know you thought I was a wimp for not being able to shoot an animal, but it was like I could feel their fear pulsing through me, and every time I wrapped my finger around the trigger, something seemed to shift inside. Almost as though I were aiming at myself.
