|| Josh ||
He hears them outside, their footsteps crunching on the gravel. He leans across the barn straw to where the sister sleeps. Her dark hair is tangled, framing her small face.
"There's a good girl," he murmurs as he smooths her hair down.
His fingers curl around a strand. Slowly, he pulls until it detaches from her head. She flinches but doesn't wake.
Innocently, as the others come in, he slips the hair into the pocket of his jeans.
* * *
Darkness falls. He is on the ledge looking at the fields. The key that Sarah gave him rests in his pocket. The hair has long gone overseas.
Why, he thinks, does it have to be me?
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