Sally pulled on her track pants and cautiously opened the zip of the camper. Above her, a million stars shone with clarity enhanced by the pristine air of the beach. Two voices punctuated the perfect silence, accompanied by the occasional harsh peal of laughter. Sally saw two figures sitting close together on the beach, wine glasses angled into the sand on each side. With a now familiar weight settling in the pit of her stomach, Sally forced herself back into the camper.
The next night, it happened again, only this time, Sally saw Michael’s arm snaking around Amanda’s waist. Standing in the shadows of the bush, she became aware of another figure further along the sand. It was Geoff, his position betrayed by a glint of the dull moon on his glasses. For a moment, in shared silence, they cau
