“…come back to me…”
I stirred. I got up unsteadily on my feet, as shaky as a foal and looked upon the deserted street. I saw her at the end of the street, huddled in a corner.
“Mom!”
She looked up and I saw disbelief etched on her face. “Victoria? “She smiled, although wearily. “Where are Wyatt and Richard?”
“I-” my voice faltered. The guy who had come… I thought I knew his name...
“Victoria?” my mother’s voice, less hopeful now, reached my ears.
“He-Wyatt and Richard… the musician took them… he- he took them!” I whispered.
“Will? No, he wouldn’t.” But she couldn’t mask the uncertainty in her voice.
“Will… that’s his name, Will!” I ran towards the Weiser River. “Will! Wyatt! Richard… come back to me…” a tear dropped into the Weiser and was swept away.
“Come back to me…”
