Thomas shook his head. “Not so far.”
“Have you been up long?”
“All night.”
“Oh.” She pulled the blanket closer around her, hugging herself with her arms, and yawned. “I’m surprised I wasn’t.”
“Must run in the family,” Thomas said, looking over to George who was still snoring into his blanket.
Eileen followed his look and smiled slightly. “Probably.” She turned her gaze back out to the woods, and Thomas watched her smile fade and the worry lines on her forehead return. “Thomas,” her voice was much smaller, “I’m scared.”
Thomas reached up and found one of her hands. He squeezed it in his. “Me, too.”
She squeezed his back, and Thomas welcomed it, drawing comfort from her touch. The feeling must have been mutual, for she held on to him a long time.
The sun was nearly entirely above the
