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“Searching for Angellica Good,” Jen whispered into her tape recorder each morning. “In the deer’s eyes. In the frost on the fields.”

So Jen kept searching — not for a body, but for a becoming. Searching For- Angellica Good Jen Deer In-

The townspeople thought grief had tilted Jen’s compass. But Jen knew: Angellica hadn’t run away. She had unfolded — into the white-tailed does that paused at the meadow’s edge, into the soft footprints that appeared on the cabin porch at dawn. “Searching for Angellica Good,” Jen whispered into her

“Found you,” Jen whispered.