Bones to dust
Kavielle POV
Once he was out of range, I continued to dig with my hands. The mud was thick and viscous; I had to forcefully fling it off of my hands just to keep going. I couldn't be deterred. This terror building inside told me I need to push forward—that the answers I had wanted for so long were right in front of me. Tears took over, with Drew gone, I would let them escape.
My hands clawed at the dirt, not willing to wait for Drew to return with a shovel. This need for my answer was insatiable, and a bit of rain and dirt wouldn't stop me. It couldn't be her! A piece of cloth appeared in the pile, my heart clutching in my chest. I pulled at it, the cloth decomposed enough it ripped easily. A waft of stench overwhelmed my senses—it reeked of death and decay.
