When she opened her eyes, she found herself at the very end of the tunnel, and what had seemed like a slit … well, because of the positioning of the stones and the people’s legs, it was now wide enough to be almost a doorway. She guessed that what had happened was that the capstone, having collapsed, had collapsed some more and the sun was coming in through some other slit.
Whatever.
The sun was a glorious deep red, made all the more intense by the frosty air, the starkness of the trees. You’d swear it was coming down.
Like just for her.
And Annie Davies.
‘Bullshit,’ Grayle whispered. Uncertainly.
Feeling, somehow, that she was not alone in here.