Scars Of A Broken Bond

“No.”

Sabrina’s phone remained in the tent.

“Could she have gone to the bathroom in the woods?” the guide wondered aloud, while the driver and others gathered around.

An elderly man offered comfort, saying, “Don’t worry. Let’s wait here a while. If she doesn’t return in ten minutes, we’ll go Look for her.”

Raul joined the conversation, suggesting, “Her phone’s here. Perhaps she went to the bathroom and mistakenly returned to the wrong tent.”

His mind raced, convinced that the person who had taken Sabrina must have been a member of their tourist group. He had counted everyone, after all. Sabrina must be hidden in a tent by that person

The guide suggested, “Let’s look for her in the tents now. Maybe she’s simply in the wrong one.”

to help, searching the tents and shaking their

to himself,

Sabrina hidden in the

a stranger from a nearby town or another

by, and Sabrina hadn’t returned. If she’d just gone to the bathroom, she would have been

should we do? How could she just vanish?”

she have fallen on her way

rest while others come

guide, the driver, an elderly man, and three young

hour, yielding no sign of Sabrina. It seemed impossible for her to have wandered so