The Woods - Harlen Coben
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I see my father with that shovel.There are tears streaming down his face. An awful, guttural sob forces its way up from deep in his lungs and out through his lips. He raises the shovel up and strikes the ground. The blade rips into the earth like its wet flesh.I am eighteen years old, and this is my most vivid memory of my -fatherhim, in the woods, with that shovel. He doesnt know Im watching. I hide behind a tree while he digs. He does it with a fury, as though the ground has angered him and he is seeking vengeance.I have never seen my father cry beforenot when his own father died, not when my mother ran off and left us, not even when he first heard about my sister, Camille. But he is crying now. He is crying without shame. The tears cascade down his face in a freefall. The sobs echo through the trees., This is the first time Ive spied on him like this. Most Saturdays he would pretend to be going on fishing trips, but I never really believed that. I think I always knew that this place
