"Thanks," Aurora said softly, not angry at all. Her lashes fluttered as they lowered, delicate like butterfly wings.
Everett didn't respond. He just tidied up their things on the ground. There were only two bottles of water left in his backpack, which meant… it was time to head back.
What a shame. If he'd known, he would've told Tobias to pack a bigger bag. Then they could've stayed out here a few more days…
Everett found himself a little amused. His love for her—it was selfish, even a little pathetic.
Aurora watched him calmly pack up and found it strange. Why was he so composed? Was he really sure he could get them out of here?
She had never seen Everett panic, not once. But did he actually know the way out?
After packing up, Everett stacked the leftover firewood neatly to the side. He looked at the slowly dying fire—it'd probably burn for another half hour before going out completely.
