"Contrary to what you might think… people can just disappear."
Still holding the woven bracelet he has given her twenty-eight years ago, she makes her way through Granny's – ignores the customers, and walks outside, thinking of Owen.
Now he's Greg Mendell, and the whispering voices in her mind laugh like a sickening choir – recalling Graham, and those first days, and a deep hole – a grave, in the woods.
Owen was a sweet boy, she has the proof in her hand, but Greg – he's searching, and he must leave before he discovers the truth.
Hunts like that, are always potentially dangerous.