Planning A Rescue

I refused to go home without Kieran. Landon could not talk me out of it. It was too dark to drive back to the nearest town. Zane suggested we pitch a tent on the edge of the forest. Luckily, we carried enough supplies in the SUV. Zane found a patch of a clearing near a stream. As the two of them worked on setting up the tent, I went to wash my face and calm down. The reflection that stared back at me from the water surface was a haggard woman with a pale face and puffy eyes. My Jair was a mess, with bits of dried leaves and mud stuck to it. My left shirt sleeve was torn during the scuffle with the villagers. I cleaned the scrapes on both arms and felt a stinging pain in my left leg, where someone had kicked me. The locals’ hostility towards me was unexpected. I’d decided to come here as soon as I knew Kieran was alive. There had been no time to think, to plan. The past twenty-four hours had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions. I sat on the riverbank with my knees drawn up, trying to