The little one stared at them through the branches. They could feel its eyes on them, but they said nothing.
Clara kicked embers, while Clay searched the sky for nothing. The rainforest soil below them crawled with life, ants, snakes, the ground itself was alive.
“Clay,” Clara said suddenly, waking him from his daydream. “Why did we come out here?”
It wasn’t easy to answer. They had told their parents that they went to the rainforest for enrichment. But the twins knew they wanted something more, something different.
Clay knew why they had come to this place so full of life. They wanted an answer to death.
“Dani,” he said, “We were looking for Dani.”
“Ok.” she looked up. “But then, where will we go?”
They had been lost for days.
“I don’t know,” he said.
The little one moved. She moved like a ghost, silently gliding.
Silently they followed, not quite knowing why. When they finally stopped, in a village boasting of international trips, she disappeared.
Clara turned back.
“Didn’t she look like Dani?”