Luke looked at me then. His face had the gray, emptied look of someone who had spent an hour discovering that panic did not erase a decision. “Eli,” he said, “we didn’t mean—”
“Don’t.”
He stopped, and Dean recovered first. He always had.
“You came in alone,” he said. “You fell. We found you hurt. We tried to help, and the bear came in.”
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