Chapter 131

• It was a full moon; a misty night. The air was cold, and the silence lingered into the dark skies. In the midst of it all, Sandy sat in the fields; the part of the forest sparsely occupied by any trees. She was listening to the sound of the silence, the sound that comforted her, all through the months she’d been in mourning.
• Suddenly, she heard the voice; that voice she thought she’d never hear again. The whisper of her late lover, Conor.
• “Sandy!”