Blacktail Deer Plateau i can't escape the way i love you

I love you, she stressed, trying to find his single eyed-stare once more, hold it. He needed to know—not just hear the words, but feel them, too. After all, this was not a decision she was making lightly.

She swallowed, then continued. I'd like to go with your brother when he takes the children. We'll leave Blueberry there with them, and then. . .

Where? She knew where. She had always known where.

The poison tree. In Blackfeather Woods. We'll take more than our share of poppies and. . .go. She said it so matter-of-factly, like they were just out for some errands. But how else to approach it? Her hope for the future had waned to a crescent, a sliver of silver in a yawning black sky.

All she could see was this. There was no other way forward.