The body was limp. Lisa backed away, hands trembling, sobs escaping her lips in jagged gasps. She crouched against a tree, clutching her head. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. David knelt calmly and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder.
“Stay here,” he said. “Let me check.” Lisa couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. She nodded once. David returned quickly. “It’s not her,” he said gently. “It’s just a rabbit.” Lisa exhaled a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh.