Chapter 35

• ~ August 1st - Morning ~
• Taylor and Ella nestled together inside the tent. The chirps of the small woodland critters were music to their ears. They were about to crawl out of the tent when harsh whispers punched the air. Zoe was struggling to keep her voice low However, Don was having none of it. His booming voice cut through the atmosphere. Each word was sharp, trying to cut like a knife. Just as Ella was about to step out and investigate, she caught Don’s venomous hiss. Labelling Zoe as a "schizophrenic." Darkly he chuckled as if he had said the funniest joke. Ella and Taylor glared at each other, hesitating on whether they should intervene or remain there, a by-standard listening to the scene unfold.
• Anger and disbelief washed over her. Taylor gestured for Ella to stay quiet and still. Placing a finger over his lips, he silenced her. They continued to listen to the argument. Mouthing, "Zoe can handle herself!"