In a Dark, Dark Wood(93)

I was going to let fate decide. If I got my phone back from the police before the number disappeared …

And now this.

I remember the way he buried his face in his hands as he cried over James.

I remember his smile.

I remember the expression in his eyes as he said goodbye.

I’m not sure I can do this. I’m not sure I can let go of everything that happened, start again. For a minute my finger hovers irrationally over the delete button.

And then I click.