Jer's knuckles are white against my hand as we trudge back toward our camper. His fingers tremble, but his breathing has evened out.
Ron and Sara stand under the awning. Bun toddles between their legs, rabbit ears twitching above her dark curls. She doesn't even notice us; something on the ground appears to be fascinating her.
"Can I... can I go to them now?"
I release the boy's hand and nudge him forward. "Yeah. Just stay where I can see you."
He bolts toward the others, his shoulders already loosening with every step away from Archie and Doris. Away from what he saw. I fold my arms across my chest, trying to trap the cold spreading there.
Dead bodies, but not really dead?
It's surreal.
The words spin through my head, refusing to settle into anything making sense. I press my palm against my forehead, willing the pressure to ease. One more supernatural mystery I don't understand, dropped onto me when I'm already drowning.
