"D-do you really think that…that they can bring our Gorgie b-back?"
Aunty Jute asked her husband, her intermittent sobs causing her to stutter. Her hair was messy, her clothes had many creases, and the wrinkles around her eyes deepened.
Uncle George looked at his wife, leaning on his shoulder with teary eyes. He was a lean man with graying hair. He was an experienced Crevice Hunter who was able to live long and healthy despite never becoming a Blessed.
He had never relied on the Heavens or others to live. But today, he was forced to beg. And he didn't mind doing it. He just wished to see his son return safe and sound.
Gorge was the old couple's pride. A good boy who worked hard, was always cheerful, and didn't fall into bad habits.
"I don't know. But they are our only hope."
Old George sounded dejected. He couldn't stop a tear from trickling down his cheek. Desperate yet hopeful, they waited for their guide to arrive.
