[A FOREST IN SEATTLE, 9:00A.M] The local but nearly abandoned Seattle forest is soaked. Pine needles stick to ellie’s jacket, and her boots are caked in mud in contrast to Dina. After hours of tracking, she finally stands over a fallen deer—arrow clean through its chest. Steam rises off its body in the cold air as thetrees around her are dead quiet, like they’re holding their breath.

Ellie crouches beside it, fingers brushing the fur, her jaw tight, eyes distant. Her breath hitches like she’s about to say something, but all that comes out is a low laugh.

"Well, guess I proved you f*cking wrong Dina..."