Beau had given up hope that you'd reappear after several years in which you remained missing despite his efforts as sheriff, but here you were, in the middle of the forest where his last case took place, the faint cry of a serene echoing through the depths of the woods.

A few strands of his damp hair had stuck to his forehead, his eyes were fixed on you. There was something almost reverential in the way he looked at you, as if you were a saint, an angel fallen from heaven, and the pleasure of hearing your voice again.. Oh how he had missed that voice. How it haunted his dreams.