The night spreads silence. The wind blew softly but pierced the bones, bringing the smell of leaves and the sound of leaves rubbing against twigs that trembled in the distance. In the middle of the makeshift settlement that was slowly falling asleep, two figures sat quietly by the campfire that was just burning. Adora and Eric.
They didn't sleep in the hut. Not because there was no room, but because of the tightness inside. Ever since the commotion at dinner last night, people's gazes were undeniable. The sharp glances, the whispers that were deliberately not muted. And Victor who was more and more blatantly igniting doubts.
Adora spread out some dried banana leaves that they had picked up from the riverbank this afternoon. She patted the surface, making sure it was clean enough to sleep
