Good God, he was a mess. His hands still shook, he was sweating, and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. Prudence kept glancing at him as they walked. “What’s wrong?” He continued walking, the tall grass whipping against his cammies. “I didn’t feel safe there.” “They seemed very nice. I thought we would stay with them tonight. You know, a real bed. A real pillow. We could go back.” He shook his head. “That cabin only had one door. There were too many people. Too much noise. Blue Helmets have been there twice in the last couple of days.” “Okay.” She tugged on his hand to get him to slow. “We’re well away from the cabin. Let’s slow down before one of us twists an ankle.” He stopped, pressed his hands to his thighs and took a deep breath. Prudence rubbed his back. “Griff?” He straightened.
