(4/4) Last Camp Before Treeline

PART IV — “ONLY ONE OF US CAME BACK” I ran until my legs failed. I don’t remember

finding the road, only collapsing on it. A ranger picked me up near dusk.

I told him everything. He listened without interrupting. When I finished, he asked a single

question. “Which one of you had the mole on the back of the neck?”

I didn’t answer. Evan was reported missing. Search teams found our campsite,

our gear, and two sets of Evan’s footprints—one leading into the mountains,

one leading out. They never found a body. A month later, I got a text from

an unknown number. Made it out. Thanks for not following. I changed my number. But sometimes,