Dinner was an odd affair. The campfire burned quietly in the middle of the makeshift settlement, but there was no usual laughter or small talk. A few people sat silently staring at the grilled fish that had just been distributed.
Three men had just returned from the beach. They caught a few fish trapped between the rocks during the low tide this afternoon. The aroma of freshly grilled fish meat is soft, but not enough to break the tension.
One of the men sat down and handed Eric a whole fish. "Here, for you," he said quietly. "You, Adora, Layla, you deserve a share."
Eric looked at the man, then nodded briefly. "Thank you."
Victor, who was sitting nearby, placed the fish pieces roughly onto the coconut plate in front of him. He squinted.
"You're dividing the fish as you please now?" h
