The next morning, William was gone again before she had the chance to wake. It seemed that no matter how early she aimed for, he was always ahead of her. Part of her wondered if he even slept at all.

Doris dressed for the day and left the tent as soon as she could. A small flicker of worry always entered her mind when she woke up alone. It didn’t leave her until she caught sight of William across the camp speaking with Patrick about something that looked rather intense.

William's skin looked dark under his eyes. She wanted to pull him back in the tent and let him sleep...