. . who’s that?” “It looks like Trish. She was wearing that sweater and scarf this morning.” A gust of cold air sent the leaves flying around us. I tugged my jacket closer. “Aynslee, please go back to the truck.” My daughter slowly backed away, then jogged to the pickup. Before I could warn him, Junior shot past me and plunged down the hillside, creating a small avalanche of dirt and rocks. He grabbed a tree to keep from hurtling to the bottom of the ravine. He touched her body, then snatched his hand back. “She’s dead.” A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard in order to speak. “That was clear from up here. Necks don’t usually bend like that.” Junior scrambled back up to the road, sending another batch of gravel and dirt cascading down the hill and over Trish’s body. “She must have slipped when she got out to fix the tire.” “Slipped .
What do You think about When Death Draws Near (2016)?
