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My eyelids fluttered open. Beneath my legs, an unfamiliar warmth radiated. As I adjusted to my surroundings, I remembered I’d passed out, but from what? Was it the lack of food or was I simply overwhelmed? Was it because I hadn’t had any sleep in forever? Who’s to say it wasn’t a combination of all those things, but more importantly who’s legs are those?

I squint, trying to get a gauge on my surroundings, hoping I wasn’t in another precarious situation. Who could have come into my home? The doors were locked. No one knocked. I don’t have friends, and my family lives out of state. They’d never visit without warning, let alone bust into my house unannounced like that.

Careful not to disturb the person trapped beneath me, I propped up on my elbows. Black combat boots, ripped-up jeans; dirt and water stains all over them. My eyes traveled upward; black hoodie, hands shoved into the pocket, chin resting against their chest. A man presumably but I couldn’t see his face. His hood was pulled up over his hair which peaked out from the corners in a matted, tangled, black mess, caked with mud, rust, and debris.

Mud, rust, debris; could it be? Carefully, I reached out hoping to remove the hood from his face without waking him. Just as I was about to grab the edge, a hand shot out of his pocket and snatched my wrist, gripping it tightly.

Just as quickly, his hand fell away.

“I’m…” his voice shook as he turned to face me.

His eyes, those brilliant multi-colored eyes, trembled. Tears gathered, threatening to break free at a moment’s notice. His breathing, no longer even, accelerated as his eyes moved over me. I was overwhelmingly aware I hadn’t showered in days. My house was a mess and so was I.

“Jake?” my voice trembled.

“Yes.” He said quietly.

“I…” I bit my lip, willing myself to remain focused, just for a moment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I couldn’t.” His eyes narrowed as they searched mine.

“I know.” I choked.

“You wouldn’t have replied anyway, would you?”

I shook my head, “I’d always reply.”

Jake’s gaze slipped away, taking in our surroundings.

“Please tell me you’ve at least eaten something?”

I chewed my lip, refusing to answer.

“I need to know that you’re taking care of yourself.”

I shook my head, “Jake, I…” eyes welling up with tears I pulled my legs from his lap, against my chest. “I haven’t been able to sleep or eat. Everything makes me sick.”

I buried my face in my knees. I sobbed; thankful he was alive but embarrassed that I’d allowed myself to fall apart in his absence. I felt the couch shift as he moved, his hand hovering above my head before he sighed, pulling me into his arms. Pressing my face into his chest, I drained myself of all bottled emotions.

He kissed the top of my head as he whispered, “What happened out there, it won’t ever feel okay, but I’m here now. Just like I said I would be. It’s not Duskwood, but…”

“I was so scared I’d lost you, Jake. I was terrified that you went into that place because you wanted to protect me…”

He gently shushed me, running his hands over my hair, “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Was that you? I was watching the footage, and it looked like Hannah recognized someone coming out of the mines.”

He said quietly, “She almost gave me away, but thankfully, Alan covered for me.”

I sniffled as I pulled away to look him in the eyes, “Alan did that?”

“He said it was a thank you gift for the both of us for helping him clear up his reputation, whatever that means.”

I chuckled, “I’m glad he turned out to be such a nice guy.”

“I still don’t like cops, but Alan’s not so bad.” He pulled his hood away from his face.

I’d forgotten this was the first time I’d seen his face, heard his voice, felt his touch. I felt so connected to him, everything came naturally. His hair was longer than I’d expected, but now he’d been on the run for so long it didn’t surprise me. I pushed a strand away from his eyes, admiring the way they crinkled at the edges when he smiled. His smile was bright, despite everything, and had the most adorable dimples I’d ever seen.

“I…” I let my hand fall away from his face, “probably smell absolutely terrible.” I laughed.

“You could never smell terrible.” He cradled me against his chest, burying his face in my hair, “In fact, you smell amazing.”

“You’re feral if you think I smell good right now. I desperately need a shower.”

“I’m not any better. I went back into hiding. After I noticed you weren’t answering any of the calls or messages from the group, I panicked. I may have hacked your cellphone camera just to check in on you.” His cheeks and ears turned a cute shade of pink.

“We should probably shower. Do you want to go first while I clean up this mess?” I gestured around to the piles of garbage I’d been living in.

“Why don’t you go shower. I’ll clean this up.”

“We’re both exhausted, and It’s my mess.”

“It’s our mess. We’re a team, remember?” He smiled.

I cupped his cheek, “Jake.”

“Can I kiss you?” He leaned in slowly letting my hand slip to the back of his neck.

I nod closing my eyes, willing myself to forget about everything. The mess. How gross I felt. How sad I was. I needed to feel something different. I’d waited for this moment for so long. Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying it.

 As his hands slipped through my hair, he pulled me against his lips. I felt myself relax completely. I melted into him, as if we were destined to be one, not just in this lifetime, but in all the lifetimes I’d experienced. Our souls are meant for each other, one and the same, a twin flame, only moments from being extinguished without the other. With every second, every movement, the blaze burned brighter still.

I felt his tongue against my lips, teasing, asking permission, which I graciously granted. His hands moved over me like they’d been starved of touch. All of which made sense. Four years had passed since Jake had connected with anyone, even his sisters. He’d become someone who enjoyed solitude, thrived on it, but not anymore. He’d surrendered himself to me, and I him. I couldn’t imagine anything more thrilling. I was captivated by his touch.

Panting, we pulled apart, eyes closed, holding each other, foreheads pressed together. I smiled to myself, wondering how I’d let myself fall so deeply in love with this stranger, without even knowing his face. He’d not disappointed me, but I had a feeling that no matter what he’d looked like, I couldn’t deny him. He was perfect in many ways. Smart, funny, creative, understanding, loyal, and he loved me.

“So, about that shower…” He chuckled.

I slapped his arm, moving to stand, “I know you’re not being a pervert right now.”

He shook his head, “No, but now that you’ve said it…”

“Damn. You’re right.” I winked at him.

“I don’t see the issue.” He smirked.

“I need to focus on getting myself together. I need a moment anyhow.”

“Very well. I’ll see you when you get out.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I backed my way down the hall, terrified that if I took my eyes off him, he’d disappear. I slipped into the bathroom, closed the door, and pressed my forehead against it. I touched my lips, wondering how someone can be so perfect. For the first time in weeks, I remembered why I’d been so invested in saving Hannah. It was, and always had been, because I didn’t want to disappoint Jake. Yet here I was, falling apart, and he’d seen everything.

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Legend of the Sylph

I listened carefully to her breathing. She was getting better at working me up. I’d already been awake when she began to scream. I’d never admit it, but I’d watched her sleep. I slept for quite some time. Longer than I had in the past four years. I’d felt safer than I’d ever felt before. With her in my arms, I’d felt invincible.

As the thought crossed my mind, I decided to check in on my firewall. Thankfully, the FBI had been gracious enough to leave me alone while they assisted with Hannah’s case. The mines had been extremely helpful as a distraction. I wouldn’t be able to ignore them for long. Even still, I was grateful for every peaceful moment I could give her.

I’d had my fair share of bad dreams in the past. I’d woken up in strange places, unaware of my surroundings until I regained my bearings. Being on the run was very stressful. Each time I assumed a new identity, each time I had to flee, I considered turning myself in. Four years seems like such a short period of time for most, but for me, it felt like a lifetime.

I’d been ready to give up when I’d met her. I’d been ready to call it quits. Maybe it would have been better if I had. Maybe it would have been better if we’d never met.  Looking at her now, snuggled beneath the covers, arms draped over my chest, face buried into my shoulder, I’d be forced to take that statement back. I never wanted to part with her again.

Could she truly handle this life of mine? Would she be able to keep up with me? If we arrived in Duskwood and the FBI had anticipated that, we’d be out of luck before we even had a chance. I needed to speak with Alan before arriving. If only I could create a secure opportunity for us to chat or meet, but there is no guarantee he’d agree. Unless….

My hands were moving before I’d even finished the thought. I carefully reached past sleeping beauty and grabbed her phone from the table. She’d most likely be upset, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t come out and say it. I couldn’t tell him I’d be with her, but we needed to meet. I typed up the message to Alan and hit send.

‘Hello Alan. I will be in Duskwood by tomorrow morning. Are we still on for coffee?’

His response was immediate.

‘You have my thanks for the notification. I’d love to meet you for coffee. Is the station a suitable location?’

I chewed my lips in consideration. Walking straight into the lion’s den sounded dangerous.

‘There is something I’d like to discuss with you in a more private location if you’re up for it. ‘

I waited anxiously for his reply.

 ‘Sure. You’ve earned my trust and my gratitude. Please let me know of your arrival and we’ll work something out. Travel safely.’

I didn’t bother to reply. I’d done what I needed to do, and then deleted the messages I’d sent. I’d tell her about them later. I stroked her cheek as she squirmed around in my arms. Placing the device on her nightstand, I brushed the hair away from her face. I need to remember every detail of this moment. I’d never felt so agonizingly happy and terrified at the same time. I had never felt more at home than I did beside her, but it still hurt to think of all the things she’d be losing being with me. It felt selfish, even though she’d pushed for it. Incredibly selfish.

I’d respected her decisions for most of the time we’ve known each other. More so near the end. I couldn’t stop her from going to Duskwood. I truly owed the others for what they’d done. While I could understand Thomas and would have done much of the same for Jess, I still wanted to punch him. I was not a violent person, but there were things that tested my limits. Made my blood boil, and at least two of them were in Duskwood.

Phil Hawkins, for example. Dan was up there as well, but he didn’t stand a chance. At least she’d shot him down immediately. Movie my ass. He was trying to undermine me because he doesn’t trust me. I hope he does now, or do I? I guess I really don’t care what they think if Jess is happy. Would becoming friends with them make her happy? I’m sure it would, but is that something I am capable of? That remains to be seen.

I’d told her about losing everyone, and everything, that I cared about. How I’d become a recluse. Someone who preferred loneliness. That had not been a lie. Looking back on it, I believe that’s what I’d preferred my entire life. I was a lone wolf. I had a pack, of course, but I didn’t pay them much mind. After my mother passed, I’d tried my best to make a life for myself, only to have that life betray me.

I followed in my mother’s footsteps. I joined the FBI’s Cyber Security Department. I was proud to continue her work until I found out why she’d been murdered. She’d been betrayed, eliminated, because of what she knew, and I knew it too. I’d only told Jess that I meddled in things I shouldn’t have. How would she feel if she knew? I suppose it would explain why I was so invested in finding Hannah. I couldn’t stop what happened to my mother. I needed to stop it from happening to my sister.

Would I tell Hannah who I am when I got to Duskwood? Knowing her and Thomas are probably on thin ice made me inclined to tell her. What if she continues to develop feelings for me? What if she never gave them up? Is that why she came to me for help instead of Thomas? Or was it simply because I have the skills required to complete the task?

So many thoughts flit through my mind as I stare at her sleeping face. In just a few hours we’d be on a flight to Duskwood. It wouldn’t be my first time there, obviously, but it would be hers. She’d been avoiding the others for several days. Would they forgive her? I’m sure they would. She was the reason we were able to find Hannah. They owed her for that.

Then there was Richy’s funeral. I wasn’t excited to attend. I couldn’t leave her alone. I had a plan. As much as it pains me, Phil had the most ideal place for the group to meet up. I’d already contacted Lilly. She’d be waiting at the airport in Colville. We’d travel the three hours to Duskwood by car. By the time we arrived, it would be quite late. Phil would be closing the bar, waiting for our arrival. Anxiously, I’m sure.  

It irked me just to hear his name. To read it even.  Any time she brought him up, I felt a thousand different emotions. Was I jealous? Yes, but it wasn’t because he was flirting with her. I was secure in our love for each other. It had little to do with that. I hadn’t gotten upset when Dan asked her on that movie date. I’d have not minded them seeing a movie together at all, no matter his intentions. Dan could not provide for her any better than I could. In his current state, it made me feel a bit bad to say it, but still. The guy couldn’t hold a job. His situation, while a tad more stable, wouldn’t be much better than mine.

Phil, on the other hand, despite being considered a felon for a short time, owned his own business. His apartment (yes, I may have done some security camera snooping) was quite nice. While the others called him cold, distant, and a womanizer, I knew the truth. He’d been eagerly awaiting someone who he could pamper. Someone who would take him seriously. It peeved me just the same that he’d thought Hannah was looking for some stupid hookup when she turned to him for help.

That bracelet, yet another piece of the puzzle discarded. There were so many things we’d stumbled upon that we’d never truly sorted out. The book of legends, for instance. Who checked out that book? Hannah had a digital copy, and Amy had opted to search for clues on the DarkNet instead. Had she managed to obtain the book herself, would it have found its way to Richy’s hideout? What about the receipt that Hannah had supposedly seen the culprit drop on camera? Did Richy get ahold of that as well? Was she trying to send us the receipt number and send us Jess’ contact that way by mistake? What video footage did she capture of him dropping it? The only footage we found, was not clear enough to make out a thing.

The invoice on the wall was the repair or scrap invoice from the junkyard for the AMC Gremlin. It had to have been since that was missing, right? On the other hand, Richy had said he destroyed it all those years ago. There was also the signature imprint on the following invoice, yet there was no signature on that document. Speaking of signatures, wouldn’t it have been Richy that signed all of Jessy’s paychecks, invoices, and paperwork? How did she not notice her own boss’s handwriting on that corkboard? Where did the photos of Richy come from? Surveillance footage? Social media? No, they were taken from such a distance, only a high-powered camera could take them in that quality.

 It seemed like most if not all the evidence was gathered last minute, in an attempt for Richy to pin it on Michael Hanson. According to Alan, Michael was dead, but his body was never found. I could search for him, but it would be difficult, and at this point, would serve little point. Still, I have so many things I’d like to ask him. So many things I’d like to ask Richy. If only that were possible. Who were the people he photographed in a vehicle? I’d not said anything at the time, but it’s completely possible that photograph was myself and a driver I’d hired to take me into Duskwood. After all, I needed to put the sticker up for Lilly and Jess before I made my escape. I wonder if they’d realized that was me.

I sighed, glancing down at her sleeping face once more. I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t dwell on this once it was over, and over it was. For her sake, I wanted to put all of this behind us. We would have bigger issues if I couldn’t convince Alan to help me. There were other ways of course, but they didn’t sit well with me. For example, I could change my identity, attempt to stay here, in another country, and live out the rest of my days as someone else. Did I want that?

No. I wanted to be true to myself. I wanted my life back. If not for myself, for her.

My lips found her forehead, stroking the back of her head as I pecked the soft skin there. Even I was taken aback by my behavior. I had trouble reading emotions through texts, but doesn’t everyone? Surely, it’s not just me. Face to face, I have very little difficulty reading people. Most relay emotions clearly with body language or facial expressions. I’d learned quite a lot about that during my days in surveillance.

I checked the time on my phone and quickly realized it was time to get her up and packing. It wouldn’t be long. What could I do to make our first full day together memorable? As I considered breakfast options, I slipped out of bed. Just as she began to stir, I made my way to the kitchen. If she didn’t have what I needed, I’d run to the little grocery store just down the street, or order in. Should I get her flowers?

I shook my head lightly, mumbling to myself, “What has happened to me? Who the hell am I?” I chuckled slightly as I opened the fridge and got to work.

Poor Jessy. Even in her grief over the man she loved, or at the very least, her best friend’s betrayal, she’d been attempting to reach me non-stop. I’d avoided them, every single one of them since Hannah’s rescue. It wasn’t like I planned on NEVER talking to them again, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it right now. I can’t say I felt stupid, because I knew who Richy was, and I know, deep down inside, he thought he was doing the right thing. His methods weren’t perfect, but I don’t think he could have foreseen Amy’s suicide or that Dan would shoot him.

Poor Dan. He must feel horrible about shooting him. I’d take to the grave that he’d foiled Richy’s escape plan, resulting in his death. He had enough on his plate, just like the others. Part of me wishes that Richy had been able to fake his escape with Hannah, that our last conversation didn’t feel so much like his final “Adios”. Pain grips my chest as I remember the last stupid joke he made, bleeding out on the mine floor. Defeated, with nowhere to run. A coward’s way out.

I did that a lot. Jumping between emotions, trying to sort through my feelings. I was angry, but primarily at myself. None of it made sense, but part of me knew that it didn’t have to. Not everything in life makes perfect sense, but right now, I wish something, anything at all, seemed right in the world. The only part that felt wholesome and good, was reuniting Hannah with Thomas. Hannah with Lilly. Hannah with her friends, but even then, the group would never be whole again. Now without Richy.

Phil had called several times since his release. Desperate to thank me for proving his innocence and to testify in court, but what did I know? Without Michael’s body, we have no solid proof either way. I don’t think Phil is capable of murder, not for something as silly as the bar, and Michael did seemingly hand it over willingly before the forest “swallowed him whole” as Alan put it. At this point, however, nothing would surprise me. If Richy could kidnap one of his friends, anything was possible. Absolutely anything.

Speaking of Alan, he’s requested informally that I come and speak with him, the offer of coffee still on the table, as his men work to recover Richy’s remains from the mine. I’d avoided his phone calls well. I needed time; time to breathe, to feel, to sort myself out, to grieve. How was it possible to fall in love with so many people in such a short amount of time? How was it possible that I’d lose them just as quickly?

Over and over, I asked myself the same questions, and quite frankly, it felt like I was going insane. I was worried about Jake. Where the hell could he be? Hannah had messaged, that she saw someone escaping the forest. Was that Jake? It had to have been, right? I watched the stream. I saw Richy light the fire and the tunnel cave-in. He couldn’t have made it out and Hannah saw only one person run through those woods.

Should I take the words of someone who’s hallucinations started this thing? If she felt so damn guilty, why not just go to the police? Tell the truth? You could have saved so many lives, Hannah. Why? Michael may not have disappeared. Amy wouldn’t have killed herself. Richy wouldn’t have had to die with such pain in his heart. Clearly, I’d have to work on forgiving her because right now, I was angry with her, child or not at the time.

God, Richy. I loved that boy, and I still couldn’t believe it. I was thankful, in the end, that he was still Richy. He’d not hurt anyone, really. Amy was already dead when he found her after all. Sure, kidnapping Hannah wasn’t the BEST idea, but I’m sure he at least TRIED to keep her comfortable. Richy faked his death and hurt me in the process, but he wasn’t a murderer. Part of me felt a little better knowing that.

Unless I never heard from Jake again.

Would anything have changed if I’d gone to the mine by myself? I don’t think he’d have killed me, but maybe he’d have let me talk some sense into him. Maybe Jake wouldn’t have been tracked by the FBI.

I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t get through to him. His final words were a confession to Jessy. He needed her to hear it from him, but then why couldn’t he see her denial as a ray of hope. It should have been clear that his friends would eventually forgive him. They cared about him. After all the forgiveness and understanding I gave him in his final moments, if he took Jake out with him, I’d never forgive him.

As I suspected, I didn’t get much sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I’d see Richy’s face, behind that stupid mask, or Jake engulfed in flames. Three days after Hannah’s rescue, I’m still avoiding my phone. I read the messages but did not reply. I can’t bring myself to, not yet. I reach for it hoping to see something from Jake.

Nothing but there is a message from Jessy.

“They’ve found remains in the mine, as well as evidence, but most was lost in the fire. They’re pretty sure it’s Richy, but they’re running dental records to be sure. Won’t you come to Duskwood? I could really use my best friend right now.”

The phone falls from my hands and hits the floor with a thud. I grip my hair in my hands, and sink to my knees, screaming as loud as my lungs will allow. What little strength I had left me, as I sob uncontrollably. The world around me sways violently making my stomach churn.

 Try as I might to deny it, I was hoping that Richy survived.  I wanted to see that smirk of his one last time. I needed to tell him how stupid he was. I wanted a chance to forgive him, properly. Richy was dead. I had to believe that because the alternative was worse. Far worse. Just the thought caused me to scream louder, and pull harder, as a fog settled in over my vision. If it wasn’t Richy if it turned out to be anyone but Richy that would mean it would have to be….

Jake.

As if all the air had been sucked from the room, I struggled to breathe, panic consuming me as everything went black. The last thing I remember; is the sound of the front door bursting open, and a pair of combat boots rushing towards me. If I was lucky, I’d never wake up, because being awake, stuck in my head with all these thoughts, was worse than any nightmare I’d had. Far worse.

I lay on the couch, watching the news coverage, hoping to see something, anything, that would tell me he was still alive, that he was okay. For days, the incident in Duskwood had taken over the news channels, even here in the states. Piles of tissues crammed into discarded tissue boxes lay on the floor. Empty cup ramen containers and glasses stained with leftover tea covered every surface. I knew that I needed a shower, desperately, but I just couldn’t bring myself to walk several feet to the bathroom. Even getting up to pee was getting more tedious than I’d expected.

I’d dealt with my fair share of depressive episodes, sure, but nothing compared to this. I couldn’t think of a single thing that came close to what I was feeling now. In just a few weeks, I’d gained a group of friends halfway across the globe, fell in love with a boy I couldn’t recognize passing on the street even now, and lost them just as quickly.

After I spoke with Richy, after he admitted the atrocities he’d committed, I finally understood. All this time, we’d been chasing the ghost of a man who was no longer with us, Michael Hanson. He’d gone into the forest, sometime after his daughter’s death, and was never seen again. After weeks of searching, years even, Police Chief Alan Bloomgate officially declared Michael dead. This wasn’t public knowledge apparently, as no one seemed to know a damn thing about it, except maybe Phil.

Phil. How many times have I found myself wishing I’d had just a few more moments to speak with him. Who left Michael’s last will and testament on the bar just before his arrest? Was that Richy? It had to have been, right? Dan was already in the hospital, fanning the flames for his arrest, so it couldn’t have been him. So many questions I had would forever be left unanswered.

Phil’s been released, given the circumstances, and has been allowed to return to business as usual at the Aurora. Alan dropped all charges against him, regarding Michael Hanson since there would never be evidence to support a trial. We never found out how he got ahold of Jennifer’s bracelet. Maybe it was left in the Aurora after all. When he pawned it, the memory of the evening Jennifer died resurfaced, and Hannah began to hallucinate the man without a face stalking her. After some time with her therapist and an anti-depressant, she’d stopped seeing the man altogether. How did we not see the signs?

Hannah brought her vehicle to Roger’s Garage after she hit a pothole and did significant damage to her oil pan. She was visibly distraught but wouldn’t tell Richy why. It didn’t take him long to sort through his thoughts and decide that the MWAF was indeed the source of her problems. He decided that he wanted to turn himself in, along with the others, but he needed them to be on board with this plan. He couldn’t do this without them. After all, he wasn’t the one responsible for Jennifer’s death, he’d just helped them cover it up.

First, he approached Amy. She was dealing with the memories just fine. No delusions, no repercussions, so of course, she wasn’t going to turn herself in. Somehow, Richy got his hands on the conversations between Hannah and Amy, but he never really said how. After seeing how terrified Hannah had been and how desperately she wanted to admit to her crimes when the man appeared, he decided to assume the MWAF identity and began stalking Amy, hoping it would convince her as well.

What he didn’t plan for, was Amy’s suicide.

He’d only wanted to approach her one more time with the idea of turning themselves in. Just one more go of it, since he’d been appearing to her as the man without a face for some time, but when he showed up at her apartment, it was already too late. After finding Amy’s body, Richy found a letter on her nightstand. In this letter, Amy cited the man without a face as the reason, and only reason, that she was choosing to end her life. She felt some guilt over Jennifer, sure, but that wasn’t the reason she’d done it. As Richy held the letter in his hands, Amy’s phone began to ring. It was Hannah. She’d left a voicemail, so, Richy had a listen. She’d seen someone on the cameras in front of Amy’s house, and it looked like the culprit had dropped something. She’d retrieved it, a receipt from Richy’s pocket. She was contacting Alan Bloomgate to ask if he could track the person from the receipt, which made Richy panic.

This was never his intention. He simply wanted to scare Amy into believing what he believed; it was time to turn themselves in. In his panic, Richy did the only thing he could think of. He marked Amy’s door with the sign of the Raven and fell even further into his role as the MWAF. He removed Amy’s body from her home, and carried it into the woods surrounding Duskwood, dumping it near the memorial for Jennifer Hanson. A symbol of his regret and a starting point for our investigation.

We’d always known that there was a third person on the scene when Jennifer died, but I’d never really wanted to believe it was Richy, even if part of me was saying it was so. When Richy was marked, I started to wonder; was he the 3rd person after all? And he was, only he was also the man without a face.

He’d go on to fake his own death, after kidnapping Hannah and moving her to a new location, the mines beneath a waterfall, roughly a quarter mile from the edge of the Duskwood forest, a hot spot during the Pine Glade Festival. Hardly anyone knew there was an escape hatch hidden there, and the mines had been closed for nearly 200 years. A perfect spot to move his hostage when we’d finally started down the trail towards Michael Hanson. It still makes little to no sense that he’d use the man’s old home for his base of operations. He knew our investigation would take us there eventually.

I did this often. Ran through what Richy had told me towards the end, and the results of Jake and I’s two-week-long investigation into his sister’s whereabouts. Maybe it was because I kept watching the coverage when my eyes were open and replaying the conversation between Jessy and Richy when they close. I can’t believe it any more than she can. I just can’t. Richy was a good guy, in fact, he was the first friend I made in that group. Kind, caring; the big brother type. Richy wouldn’t hurt a fly.

At a young age, he took over his father’s business, because his mother was diagnosed with dementia. His father, now an alcoholic, couldn’t manage both, so Richy took on the business during the day, and her care at night. Not only do I have trouble figuring out when he found time to do these things, and unnoticed at that, I can’t imagine him getting away with it.

In fact, I keep seeing the video footage of Hannah’s rescue, and the call with Alan. When he found her, she was begging him to go into that mine, telling him Richy was still inside there, tied up and alone. She wanted him to be safe. Had she not realized what he’d done? Was it because he wore a mask around her, and kept her sedated? I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. Too many things didn’t make a lick of sense.

A commercial for sugared cereal reminds me that I haven’t eaten in what feels like weeks. Aside from the few cup ramen containers, it would be clear to anyone food hadn’t passed these lips since I’d last heard from Jake. Not a morsel. Every time I thought about food, I thought about Jake. Would we ever be able to meet in Duskwood as we’d promised each other? Would he be able to take me on that date for Chinese food like he’d wanted to? Would I ever see him again?

Just the thought of food made me sick. The thought of Jake made me sick. I just wanted this nightmare to end, but it felt like it was only beginning.

Richy had been shot by Dan when he entered the cabin. We’d been mistaken, thinking that Michael Hanson had accessed the GPS file through the maps app when we opened it. Maybe Richy HAD used that to help guide him through the dark forest at night, but he’d already known early on where we’d be. He’d rented the cabin for us, after all.

He’d been in rough shape when he managed to escape. I couldn’t believe he made his way back to the truck with those injuries, and then back to the mines. What was he thinking? At that point, his ultimate plan had been foiled. He’d intended to show Hannah and himself escaping the mines together, and pin everything on Michael after all. Then he’d come clean about the incident with Jennifer, and all would be forgotten. Eventually. After being shot, he’d be recognized as the culprit no matter what. The injuries were too specific. The bullet would match the gun. There was no longer a way out of his crimes.

So, he invited me to meet him in Duskwood. Come alone, and he’d release the hostages. I’d wanted to do it, I really did, but Jake wasn’t happy with the idea. He’d respected my decision, or so I thought, but I still think he talked some sense into the others while I was away. When I returned, they changed their mind and decided that I was too important to the group to sacrifice me for another, even if it meant Hannah’s death. This prompted Jake to go in my stead.

I will never forgive myself for that.

It turned out, he wasn’t IN Duskwood, but instead, nearby. Close enough that he most likely planted the Nym0s sticker by the lake. Close enough that had I flown there, he’d have been within reach. Close enough that…

I can’t finish that thought, not even close. After he arrived at the entrance to the mines, I stayed by the phone. I was nervous. The tunnel system had long since been abandoned. 800 people died in the late 1800s during a fire that caused an explosion. The cause was never found, and the mines were in bad shape. 200-foot shafts with rusted ladders. Water dripping from the already compromised ceilings. The map he’d found was no longer accurate as many of the tunnels had collapsed over time. He was lost before he even began.

Thankfully, he stumbled upon the central operating room, where Richy had stored all the evidence removed from the Hanson Ranch previously. The police, of course, had found nothing when Lilly alerted them. Alan had only sent one person, and because of this, it was even harder to convince him that something was under that waterfall. If only he’d stuck around as I’d asked.

I begged Jake to leave the computer when he found it, but he wanted to fix the footage. It was currently broadcasting on a loop, and he wanted me to be able to see within the tunnel system and track the killer, but I wanted to see him to safety. I didn’t care about Hannah nearly as much as I cared about him, and by this point, she’d already been saved. The only person left inside with him was Richy and little did we know… He wasn’t worth saving.

I mean, he was. I loved Richy dearly, but he was already gone. Amy’s suicide, Jennifer’s accident, Hannah’s slow decline, he was ready to take the fall, and fall he did. I wish I’d had time to warn him that he wasn’t alone. Jake was inside with him when he lit that fire and the mines exploded. Had Jake made it out of there alive? The FBI, who called them? Was it because they were already tracking Jake’s devices? Did he leave himself open for too long? Were they able to figure out his location because of our conversations? Was it my fault?

I will myself off the couch, but my limbs refuse to cooperate. Instead, I throw the blankets back over my eyes. I’ve had enough, seen enough. I fumble around for the remote but give up after a few minutes, exhausted, defeated, and sick of just about everything, including myself. The last thought I have before I fall asleep is if they’ll be able to recover Richy’s body and will there be a funeral in Duskwood for him after everything he’s done.

The smell of bacon aroused my senses as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I hadn’t slept that soundly in weeks. I was grateful for the evening that I’d spent with Jake, the event in Duskwood somewhere far from my mind. As I shuffled through the hallway, I found jake in a pair of grey sweatpants, and no shirt, in front of the stove. My heart fluttered down to my stomach at the sight of him.

“So sexy,” I mumbled from my spot in the hallway.

He looked over his shoulder as he worked, “You’re awake.”

“I am. Have you been awake long?” I yawned into my palm; suddenly very aware I hadn’t had time to brush my teeth.

“No.” He turned back to the pan, splashing bacon grease over the top of fried eggs.

“I’ll go freshen up. I’ll be right back.” I hurried off to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I sunk down to the floor. What was wrong with me? I should be happy that he’s here. I should be ecstatic that he’s making breakfast for us, that I slept in his arms, but something inside of me refused to be anything but gloomy.  Was it the idea of going to Duskwood? Was I nervous to meet my friends, or was it facing Richy’s death?

No. It was neither of those things. I was terrified that I would wake up from this dream. I was scared that Alan would refuse to help Jake. What would happen then? I’d said I’d be with him, and I meant it. I’d follow him into a burning building near collapse, if it meant seeing his face, touching him, even one more time.

It was hard to sort through my feelings. As I turned on the shower and hopped in for a quick rinse, I considered my options. I’d do whatever it was that Jake felt was right, except leave him alone. I could never do that again. Well, I suppose there are a few other things I’d say no to. Like robbing a bank, murder, oh, and anything that has to do with harming animals.

I chuckled at the obscene frame of mind I was currently in. Of course, Jake would never ask me to do anything that would make me uncomfortable. Or would he? After all, there were several times I wanted to back out of the case, but he wouldn’t allow it. Even if I’d blocked him, and never spoke to them again, I’m almost positive he’d have found a way to bring me back. Was that because I was invaluable to the case, or because he’d cared about me since day one?

Somehow, I knew Jake wouldn’t have the answer to that himself. He knew a whole lot about just about anything else, but when it came to the way he felt, he didn’t seem to understand himself in the slightest. At least, that’s how it seemed on the surface. Now that we’re together, it seems a whole lot more likely that he’s highly self-aware, and just doesn’t communicate well.

As I dressed, I started to feel a little bit better. I’d began repeating a mantra over and over inside of my head. I’m finally meeting my friends from Duskwood. Sure, the circumstances could be better, but they weren’t. I’d just have to find other things to be excited about. Like trying something Cleo baked, for instance. Listening to Dan and Jessy argue over how many adult beverages he should be having on the premise he’s still driving. Even if he is only driving a wheelchair.

I’d tried picturing us inside the Aurora, Phil serving drinks, Jake extremely jealous. That part made me a little giddy, I must admit, however toxic it might be. Jake had been so devoid of emotions during our time together. It was nice to see such a range since he’d arrived, and I looked forward to seeing more once we were in Duskwood.

I also wanted to be there if Jake decided to tell Hannah the truth, about who he was. Lilly had a big mouth, but something told me this wasn’t the type of secret she’d tell without asking. After all, it did involve her. Well, more her father, Nathan, but still. I can’t believe she can stand the sight of him. Hopefully, she doesn’t snap before we arrive.

Thomas and Hannah were finally together again. That made me extremely happy for many reasons. Even if she never found out who Jake was, I knew he’d keep his distance, but there was always the possibility she’d manage to get under my skin as well. So, for now, I’d do everything I could to prop the couple up on a pedestal. Compliment just how upset Thomas was that she’d kept the thing from him and how hard he worked to get her back. Even if he did hinder our operation several times, he did it with good intentions.

Sort of like Richy. Just the sound of his name in my head made my chest hurt. Richy was by far my favorite out of the group. I’d understood him and what he did. Truly. He didn’t expect this to go as far as it did. He’s so nice he couldn’t think of a way to both achieve his goal, and not throw his friends under the bus. I really wish he’d have just gone to the police with what he knew to begin with. All of this would have ended much differently.

In the end, however, Alan said that Hannah, while shaken, was in great condition. Richy had at least ensured her health, physically. I’d have to contain my overall rage towards Hannah as well. Jake was my boyfriend now, or I think he is anyway. Haven’t exactly had that conversation, but still. It would be nice to get along with his only family. It wouldn’t be easy, that’s for sure. I’ll have to keep telling myself that regardless of the cause, Richy still made his own choices, and they weren’t the best after all.

I hurried to the kitchen where Jake was plating up the food. I’d had plenty of time to clear my head, yet I was still drowning in thoughts. I smiled as he kissed my cheek and took a seat next to me at the breakfast bar. We ate in silence, packed in silence, and took a cab, in silence. Jake eyed me warily from time to time but thought better of asking me how I was feeling. I’m sure he was nervous as well. We were entering the lion’s den, as they say. It would be a miracle if we made it through customs without one or both of us being arrested.

We boarded the plane without incident. Jake held my hand in the seat next to me as I watched the ground disappear, replaced by thick clouds, through the window. Chewing my lip, I considered how I would greet everyone. Was a hug too much? Should we just shake hands? Why am I like this?

Before I’d had any time to sort through my plan, the plane began its descent.

“Lilly should be here already,” Jake checked the time on his phone as we grabbed our carry-on items from the overhead bin.

“That’s good because there is nothing worse than waiting in an airport all day.”

“I’d wait just about anywhere if it meant being with you.” He leaned over and snuck a kiss on my forehead.

“Jake!” I shouldered him playfully. “When did you get so sweet?”

His cheeks scarlet, he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “It’s your fault. You’re just so sweet it’s rubbed off on me.”

“Stop it” I elbowed him gently in the ribs, “People are staring.”

“Let them stare.” He shrugged, taking my bag, and carrying it to the front of the plane.

I followed him, my heartbeat increasing as I realized we were only seconds away from meeting at least one of the people I’d been chatting with over the last month or so. Lilly happened to be the only one I had ever really had any issues with. She’d released that stupid video accusing Jake and I of being the kidnappers, couldn’t have been any worse if I’m speaking honestly. Jake’s identity and location were revealed, and he was forced to go into hiding. Sure, she made things right with the I Am Jake movement, but that is a moot point. Had she not hastily posted the video to be with, there’d been no need in the first place.

Still, Jake had planned everything after his escape down to the letter, forcing me to work with Lilly on a puzzle, that would later reveal his identity. Lilly felt bad enough without me rehashing it, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still angry about it. I could have lost him forever. I chewed my lip as the baggage claim came into view. We’d not packed lots, but we didn’t know when we’d return, so I’d opted for 2 suitcases.

Jake had very little to his name, which made a ton of sense given his situation, but I wanted to change that. I wasn’t super-wealthy, but I did have a good chunk of savings. A few new t-shirts, jeans, and a new pair of shoes were on the list of items I’d be grabbing for him at some point. I’d make Jessy go shopping with me, while he spent time with the guys or at home, whatever he felt comfortable doing.

He'd booked us a tiny cabin near the Black Water Lake, at the edge of the forest. We’d pay for the next month and then go from there. That’s more than enough time when you think about it. It took less time to figure out Richy was the man without a face and save Hannah. Hopefully, it was enough time for Alan to sort out something for Jake.

Lost in thought, I barely felt the tap on my shoulder. I wheeled around, nearly knocking the person to the ground. It took me a second to realize that it wasn’t Lilly I had barreled into, but Jessy, who was now squealing with delight.

“Jess!” she screeched, drawing the attention of several passersby.

“Jessy!” before I knew what I was doing, I was reaching toward her, pulling her into the biggest hug I could muster, “I thought Lilly was picking us up?”

“She’s around here…” She glanced around the baggage claim, “OH! There!” She pointed to a corner where Lilly was standing, talking to Jake.

“How did I not even notice?” I shook my head.

“Stealthy. I assume that’s Jake she’s talking to?”

“It is.” I smiled brightly at the sound of his name.

“I knew it!” She giggled like a schoolgirl before grabbing one of my bags in one hand and offering me the other, “Let’s get out of here. We’ve got a little bit of a drive before we make it to the cabin.”

I nodded, taking her hand, “Okay,”

“Are you nervous?” She asked in a small voice.

“I… I’m not sure. I was nervous, but meeting you was as easy as breathing. On the other hand,” I nodded in Lilly’s direction, “I don’t think she likes me much.”

“Nonsense.” She shook her head vehemently, “She loves you. You saved her sister after all. Sure, you butt heads at the start, but she was just scared.”

“Are you sure, because that seems like it’s just… sort of who she is as a person?” I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“She can be a bit much, I agree, but she’s nice. She’s just young. That’s all.” She nudged me playfully as we closed in on Lilly and Jake’s location.

Jake cleared his throat awkwardly, “Anyway, we should get going.”

“Oh, Jess!” Lilly held her arms out wide.

I leaned in awkwardly, never letting go of my luggage or Jessy’s hand, “Lilly. How are you?” My voice sounded strained.

“I’m better now that you two are here! How was the flight?” She started walking towards the exit as we spoke.

“Wait for a second, Jess, give me your bags.” Jake reached out and grabbed what he could, stacking them together.

“Jake you can’t handle…” I stopped mid-sentence as he rigged everything together expertly, dragging it behind him without stopping. “Well, okay then.”

Jessy leaned over and whispered, “He’s a lot more… muscular than I imagined. More of a gentleman too.”

I nudged her with a quick shush, “Stop it.”

She covered her mouth dramatically with a giggle, “Fine, but I want details, all the details later.”

I rolled my eyes as we loaded into the car and were on our way. I must have fallen asleep on Jake’s shoulder at some point because the next thing I knew, we were nearing Duskwood’s borders. Jessy turned around in her seat and smiled at me warmly.

“Welcome to Duskwood, Jess!” Jessy and Lilly said in unison.