The Last Letter | Face of FearThe pain in my shoulder subsided quickly after I got walking. Or Maybe I was just better able to take my mind off of it while on the move. Either way, I was sure it wasn't seriously damaged. Probably bruised at the worst. Thank goodness.
I soon discovered that I could not read the two pages Andrew had left behind. The dark, angry clouds were beginning to totally blot out the sky, making twilight seem a lot more like the dead of night. And trying to read them by the odd flash of lightning was also out of the question, especially with the dense tree canopy above me. I would need firelight. Candlelight, to be more specific. Thus, I had to head home. Mother was probably starting to cook dinner now anyway.
I had no trouble navigating the woods. I knew the way back to town by heart. I must have been lost in thought figuring out Andrew's next move, because before I knew it, I was already at the cobblestone main street that runs through the center of town. The name isn't Main Street, though; i