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.”

the tents and

to himself, fearful of

Sabrina hidden in

nearby

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

could she just vanish?” Bettie asked, anxiety etched

her way to the

before instructing, “Well, some of you rest while others come with me to the

an elderly man, and three

of Sabrina.