Part 3
Henry Cross was alive.
But the man pulled from Garrett Stone’s underground bunker looked nothing like the father who had walked into Olympic National Forest almost two months earlier.
He had lost nearly forty pounds.
Bruises covered his body.
Old fractures had begun healing without treatment.
Burn marks crossed his skin.
His eyes remained open, but they did not seem to recognize the armed officers surrounding him.
He clutched the scrap of Samantha’s jacket as though letting go would mean losing her forever.
“Henry?”
Nothing.
“You’re safe.”
Nothing.
“Samantha is alive.”
