“Nowhere.”
Tom glanced over his shoulder at Cheryl. She just watched her feet as they trod the almost empty landscape.
He wasn’t the type to pry, and thought he did pretty well to only bring it up then, but it did bug him.
Where had she gone?
After dinner she had said that she needed a short walk to help digest. Fine. Alone. Not a problem, he’d go back to the room.
She showed up over two hours later.
Not a word was said.
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Thanks for the reblog 🙂
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My pleasure, Trent 🙂
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