Danny swallowed. What should he tell the boy? It seemed that his life depended on the knowledge that she would recover.
He must have slept for a while, for when he awoke, the sun was lower in the sky, and a cool wind was playing about his face, comforting him like a prayer.
He sat up. Someone was saying Tehillim. B’shalom yachdav eshkevah vishan ki atah Hashem l’vadad lavetach toshiveini. The voice was young and strong yet beseeching and broken.
He looked around. No one was there. No sign of the monkey. Only the box remained, right next to him on the sand, and his fist was throbbing where he had smashed it.
He must get back to Yitz and Zvi. But the thought of being alone in those huge echoing caves filled him with dread.
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