It’s been a week since I left home to come after Andrew and I’m thinking about it again. Most nights while I’m up and Andrew is asleep, this is what I think about. He asked me why I came after him and the question haunts me. Because I don’t know the answer. No, I do know the answer, it’s just that the answer doesn’t make sense to me. I told him it wasn’t safe at the cabin anymore, and that might have been true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. After I found Andrew’s note I couldn’t stop picturing him getting hurt again. Falling and breaking his leg. Stepping in another bear trap.
