‘She’s tenacious, a fighter, we’re not giving up hope.’
It was nice of him, but I could see he didn’t believe it.
She had finally met her match.
It had been a week without a sign of her.
I wrapped myself against the cold.
The search would resume when the storm cleared, but now they were looking for a body.
The mountain would not give her up. Nature could be tenacious as well.