Vaughn
It's dawn. JoJo sleeps like a child beside me as daylight trickles into the cave.
The half-empty wine bottle, the completely empty plates of food, our clothes, everything is either on the blanket or somewhere around on the bare cave floor.
It's in this disarray I hear ruffles and voices belonging to a couple of people clambering their way into the cave.
Who could they be? It is beginning to get less and less secured here. "I'm not sure we've surveyed here yet," one of the intruders says as they probably try surmounting the overgrowth and tree trunks at the entrance.
The voices are masculine, and I instantly know JoJo and I must go hide.
I tap her awake. "People are here."
"What?" she replies, rubbing her sleepy eyes with the back of her hand. "It's early in the morning, my lo
