The path ran out back of the house before disappearing down through the woods. It’d once been used as a logging trail though through years of disuse saplings had grown up in the middle of the dirt road making it all but impassable insofar as driving a vehicle through the valley. That was why they carried the Wilkinson boy up that path the day they found him. Brought him right past the house where I sat watching out the kitchen window. The searchers, wet and bedraggled, had been out all night....