I am just about done scanning when he calls out my name.

“Morgan! Look at what I found!” For a moment I am scared, but his voice is cheerful. It can’t be anything serious. I swivel around and meet him at the base of an old oak tree. Jimmy is pointing at a natural divot created by the roots, a smile on his face. I crouch down to get a closer look. It’s a pile of plastic dice. Five of them. My mind grows fuzzy as I contemplate them, my eyes narrowing and my brow furrowing. The excitement drains from Jimmy's face as he studies my unexpected look. I reassure him.

“Uh-good job. Good job finding those. And for not touching them. We don't know…they might be evidence, so we should just leave them.”

“Okay,” he mumbles, but with a slight smile of satisfaction at having remembered what the lieutenant told us before going out into the woods. I continue to squat, my eyes fixated on the dice. I am trying to figure out their significance while Jimmy skips away towards the edge of the river. I can’t put my finger on why the scratched and worn surface of the dice looks familiar. For some reason I feel like they have something to do with me. I rake my brain trying to think of why they are there, where they could have come from. When it hits me, I feel dumb for forgetting.