I woke up to see John's green eyes.
"Where's mummy?"
"She should be right he…" I sat up and noticed Ellie's position in the bed empty. "Ellie!"
I ran out to the kitchen to find a note, with Ellie's hand writing, on the wooden bench top. It read.
Daniel,
I'm sorry you had to find out this way but I have to do this.
For all of us.
If you love me you would let me go.
I've done it for you.
Love you Ellie.
"Shit, shit, shit." I repeated each word accompanied with a fist hitting the table.
"What's wrong?" Joel joined the conversation.
"Read it." I replied as I pointed at the note and walked back to my bedroom.
I opened the closed and grabbed my equipment. The jury rigged bag, the 30 year old rifle, the hand made bow, the customized 9mm pistol and my father's knife.
"Joel, I'm going after her."
"Can I come daddy?"
"No, son, its not safe. I want you to stay here with Joel."
I walked towards the dam's main gate, leading a horse, when Joel stopped me.
"You sure you want to do this alone? You should take Lucas or..."
"Joel, I need to do this my self, she's my wife, not yours, not Lucas's." I mounted the horse. "Besides, I've survived long enough on my own before."
Before Joel could reply I was already galloping away, to the city where I nearly became a walking corpse.
Salt Lake City.