As soon as she spoke her son’s name, Rachel saw pure, abject grief seeping into every pore of Orion’s face. The lines on his forehead deepened as his eyes screwed shut to hold back tears. His mouth trembled. His hands tightened their grip around his spade until his knuckles looked ready to split his skin. That was when Rachel knew. She knew that Micah was not just somewhere else. He was nowhere. He was gone.
