Kenna
The look on Adelaide’s face said everything Ken thought she needed to know. Her dad and his friend had been gone for two hours. Plenty of time for Adel to assume they were dead, and quite possibly suggest that they should move on without so much as searching for the men.
But when she actually spoke up, the subject was something else entirely. “May we speak? In private, while we have both the leisure and the opportunity.”
Suspicious, but confident, Ken nodded. She motioned for Adelaide to follow her to the edge of camp, where they took seats next to one of the vehicles. “Go ahead.”
She hesitated. But a familiar stubbornness pushed the woman to continue. “I do not feel that we are safe here. In camp. On this journey. In this plan you have assembled. I do not feel we will reach our
