She was looking at somebody's hand. It was darkened, shriveled, and chewed away in places, but there was no doubt that it was a person's hand. The bones of the hand were very small.

Gina turned away, sick and spinning. She guessed from the way the leaves and dirt were piled that the rest of the body was there too, waiting to be discovered. All she had to do was brush back some of the cover and she would see the whole sad thing.

There was no need to uncover the body. She had seen the sign.