Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sydney reluctantly slid out of the backseat of Shawn’s car. An entire day of exploring and learning their battleground didn’t seem like a fun way to spend her time. Surely they didn’t need that much time to finalise their plans. When she saw how vast the wetlands were, with their narrow paths, scrubby areas and salty patches, Sydney guessed they did need plenty of time to pick the perfect spot.
While they’d been at his house, Shawn had shown Corrin a couple of words to make communication easier. There was ‘here’, ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Sydney almost yelled in victory when Corrin finally wrote the word yes. She looked around, her gaze drawn to the salt pan. It was several metres across, clumps of coarse grass around the edge, only a handful of trees in the area. The salt pan
