Zinnia’s POVWe stopped for the night under a thick stand of pines.Joseph found a place where the ground was dry and the trees blocked most of the wind. We made a small fire that gave more heat than light. June fell asleep early, worn out from the long walk and the sadness he still carried. His wooden wolf rested under his arm the way it always did.Joseph and I sat a short distance from the fire. The night was cold and clear. Stars showed through the high branches. For a long time neither of us spoke.I was the one who broke the silence.“He still has not said much about Sam or the school,” I said. “The quiet worries me more than the tears did.”Joseph nodded. “He is holding it inside. Children do that when the loss feels too big to name.”“I keep asking myself if I should have stayed one more day. Just to let him say goodbye.”“One more day might have been the day the second stranger knocked on our door,” Joseph said. “You chose the safer path for him. It still costs. Both things a
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