Matt Miller has this memory: he’s sitting on the floor of his grandfather’s home, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
From her perch on the small island, Colleen Miniuk-Sperry saw the glint of a silver boat. While her heart swelled with relief, physically she crumbled. The adrenaline that had gotten her here — safe, though stuck on a small piece of land outside the Forgotten Canyon — had been replaced by such deep-seated exhaustion, she began to sob.