He sat up. In the glow from the moonlight illuminating the side of the tent, he could see Carlton still asleep on his mat. He saw that Layne’s mat was empty. He stood immediately and rushed out of the tent. The Fletcher tent was close to his. He had allowed the proximity in silence, even though it infringed on his boundaries. They were Layne’s brothers. A fire burned in a small pit they had dug. The two older brothers sat close to the fire, eating something that looked fresh and smelled delicious. Griffin spotted her immediately. Layne sat on the ground with her back to him. Her long, dark wavy hair reached to the ground. She had her arm around the youngest brother. She leaned forward, listening intently to her eldest brother Colin. “Frances flipped him over the table and slammed him to the ground,” Colin said in a hurried whisper. “Where was Michael?” Layne asked.
