PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
‘Where did it happen?’
‘Perhaps it’s best if you don’t hear all the details -‘
‘I need to know.’
‘Further along. Past the sign.’
‘I want to see the exact spot.’
‘I don’t know why -‘
A sigh so deep, it cracked in his throat. ‘There was a point she could have stopped. Saved herself. I have to know why she didn’t.’
The ground was marked with police tape, scuffed by dozens of heavy boots. But there, beyond the yellow line, two small footprints.
Jerry gazed across the wooded valley, smelt the almond blossom on the warm breeze. And he knew.