Discovery

     This patch of road was familiar to him. The trees with the gray green moss, thick bark and strong limbs spoke to him. He knew he was close to home. The stranger picked up his pace. The leaves scattered as his heavy boots heel-dragged, disturbing everything in it's path. His heart was pounding, the pulse reminded him of something close to him. He felt . . . better. Maybe the past was not as bad as it seemed. Then, he found it. The ground was covered with fresh soil, twigs and rocks. The disarray mocked him as he stared downward. The past was as bad as it seemed. Feeling sick to his stomach, light headed, he turned to leave. The agent's hand tightly grasped the strangers thick wrist. He asked sternly, "Is this her?"