“One, two, three, four. Four trees. That’s it.” I said, pointing. “It looks exactly the same, only the trees are taller.” I sighed.

Joe slowed the car. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, glancing at me.

I shivered but continued my gaze toward the farm. “No.” I said, “but it has to be done. And it has to be behind me.”