As we headed back to the parking lot, Emily walked a few steps ahead. The tight curve in her shoulders had softened, and she was looking at the trees instead of the ground.
Mark paused beside the driver’s side of the old pickup and glanced at me over the roof. “I really should have called you. I’m sorry.”
“Yes, you really should have.”
He nodded, staring at his boots. “I just… I thought I was helping her.”
“You were,” I said. “Just sideways. You gave her room to breathe, but we have to make sure she’s breathing in the right direction.”
