Forgetting What's Forgiven

The sharp stinging pain of branches whipping across my bodymakes me cringe in pain as I run through the woods. Chaseis just ahead of me; I can hear him, but I cant see him. Theicy-cold chill of the night air causes my skin to crawl, but I barelyeven notice as I carry Jenna in my arms. She doesnt look like thegirl I know; she looks like someone fi ghting for her life.Weve been running for miles, it seems like. I dont know why Ididnt stop Chase earlier. But I think were heading in the wrongdirection. Chase! Stop! I scream at the top of my lungs. I hearhim stop off in the distance. As I start to walk toward where I thinkhe is, I come into a small meadow in the middle of the woods, andthere I see him sitting on the trunk of an old dead tree. I thinkwere lost. He looks back down at the almost-black ground. Thereare no markers, no signs, nothing,