A shot heard in the woods. A nameless body left to die alone. Steam wafted off me as the morning chill lapped at my hot skin. I breathed hard as I stared down at the cold figure protruding from the earth. A light dew of perspiration and tears clung to her round cheek, a cheek that would have been sweet and supple were it still warm and rosy. A cheek that should have been lifted high in laughter at a friend's joke...