Jonah set the girl on the cabin porch and lay on his back beside her, exhausted, his lungs feeling punched through with holes. He shut his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the light had changed. The sky had darkened. He’d slept, as he had done at the kitchen table so many years ago while correcting papers.
He bolted upright, cramped and sore. Cried out. “Sally!”
The girl was gone.