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.”

began to help, searching the tents and shaking their

thoughts to himself, fearful

Sabrina hidden in the

stranger from a nearby town or another traveler

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

How could she just

on her way to

of you rest while others come with me to the forest to look for

and three young men volunteered to search, with

lasted more than half an hour, yielding no sign of Sabrina. It seemed impossible for