Her greatest fear

"First we should get back to that tree where we've found the dugout of your father. It looks like Marriott, your mother, was the first to find that tree. There are a few photos of her with that tree in the background on the album," I said, then opened the album and pointed out to those photos. When we came back from the nightclub, I stayed a little longer in the living room and sorted those photos regarding the places we should visit. Early in the morning, when Letty woke up, I proposed to her to have a trip back to this territory and find some more clues. She agreed, even if she was still sleepy and wanted to stay a little longer in bed, she agreed to go. 

"Let me see," she came closer, squeezed the stray of the backpack, and looked at the photos on the album. It took her some minutes before she raised her head up and looked at the depth of the territory, then said, "Okay, let's go. Do you remember the road, or do we need to sniff?"