“Hurry!” the man urged.
Her brother’s tiny footprints were carved into the moss like an ancient bas-relief; they mapped their path. She wondered if he had escaped. Too scared to leave when he did, she hid.
Two night’s passed before the man found her; luring her from her hiding spot by saying he was there to help.
They reached a bridge at the river’s edge. The footprints vanished.
“Where’s my brother?”
“I only needed one,” his smile twisted as he tightened his grip.