Chapter 5 - The Mountain Sanctuary
Five hundred miles to the north, tucked deep into the dense redwoods of Humboldt County, the rain tapped gently against the metal roof of a small clinic cottage.
I sat near the wood-burning stove, wrapping a thick wool shawl tightly around my shoulders as the dull, persistent ache in my surgical wound reminded me of what I had lost. Outside the window, towering pines swayed against a slate-gray sky, offering a peaceful solitude that the glittering towers of Los Angeles had never provided.
"Drink this, Claire," Elena said, setting a steaming mug of ginger and honey tea on the wooden table beside me.
"Thank you, Elena," I murmured, taking the warm mug with both hands, watching the steam curl into the cool air.
"The fever broke completely last night," Elena said, gently checking the dressing on my lower abdomen. "The internal infection is clearing up. The local doctor says you'll be able to take short walks down to the creek by next week."
"I don't know where I'm supposed to walk to," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes before I could stop them. "Every time I close my eyes, I feel his tiny chest against my skin. I keep waiting for the monitor to beep again."
Elena sat down in the wooden rocking chair across from me, her weathered face full of deep, understanding grace.
"Grief isn't something you outrun, child," she said softly. "It's a mountain you carry until your back grows strong enough to bear it. But you don't carry it for him. You carry it for yourself, and for the boy who only ever knew your love while he was on this earth."
"Is Damian still looking?" I asked, looking toward the dark forest road.
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"He's tearing the state apart," Elena nodded frankly. "He's spending millions. But he doesn't know this place exists, and even if he did, the sheriff here answers to the reservation council, not a billionaire's checkbook. You are safe here for as long as you need."
I looked down at the simple silver band on my left hand, pulling it off my finger with slow, deliberate finality, dropping it into the empty tea saucer where it clinked with a hollow, lifeless ring.
