It was a fall of darkness, cascaded with the hand of silence and confusion. The little tongue of fire that burnt weakly was dull but bright enough for Bella to make out the glint of questions, probably dancing in the eyes of the children who were fast asleep. It's three days. Three solid days without food, water, and rest. Jimma had forced them through the forest, intending to keep them away. As far away from whatever it was, Phil had turned into. Well, why Jimma had used that as leverage, Bella could still read the unsuited cloth of anger and sorrow that hurdles like a cloud of smoke around the older man. He still thinks of his father. The rest of the children had tried to comfort Jimma, and his mood seems to have brightened up. But Bella could tell. He still wishes he had stayed behind a
