you’re hiding,” he said, “I won’t look for him.”
Then he turned and walked the way he had come.
Before disappearing between the trees, he added, “Your grandfather was right about you.”
The Road Out
Wade had one working phone with a cracked screen and almost no battery. He made a short call to a friend and gave the nearest county road marker.
Then Elsie helped him walk east.
It was only three-quarters of a mile, but for Wade it might as well have been much farther. His legs
