I walk over and sit down next to him on a soft bed of pine needles, trying to catch my breath enough to calm the pain in my side.

            For a few moments all we can hear are the sounds of the forest around us and I use the time to try to gather my thoughts. But Levi speaks first.

            “I do not know where Maggie is.”

            That’s a blow. I was really hoping that he did, and that he was just being a garden-variety jackhole in not telling me.

            “You really don’t have any idea?”

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