Amanda stood at the doorway, her face frozen in shock. She reached back to touch her slightly numb backside, her fingers brushing against something sticky. Disbelief washed over her as she realized what it was. Meanwhile, Charlie's door remained firmly shut, showing no signs of opening again.
"Charlie! You're such a jerk!" Amanda shouted, stomping her foot angrily. Her voice rang out into the quiet night as she turned and stormed off. She was determined to find Oliver and have him arrange a shelter for her, along with some toiletries, so she could head to the nearby stream for a proper bath.
After Amanda left, Charlie wasted no time. He eagerly grabbed the tortoiseshell fragment from the table. Flipping up the wooden board beneath his bed, he dug into the dirt with his hands, quickly rev
