Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 663

“No.”

Sabrina’s phone remained in the tent.

“Could she have gone to the bathroom in the woods?” the guide wondered aloud, while the driver and others gathered around.

An elderly man offered comfort, saying, “Don’t worry. Let’s wait here a while. If she doesn’t return in ten minutes, we’ll go Look for her.”

Raul joined the conversation, suggesting, “Her phone’s here. Perhaps she went to the bathroom and mistakenly returned to the wrong tent.”

His mind raced, convinced that the person who had taken Sabrina must have been a member of their tourist group. He had counted everyone, after all. Sabrina must be hidden in a tent by that person

for her in the tents now. Maybe she’s simply in

tents and shaking their heads in

to himself, fearful of

Sabrina hidden

a stranger from a nearby town

ticked by, and Sabrina hadn’t returned. If she’d just gone to the bathroom, she would

could she just vanish?” Bettie asked, anxiety

her way

pondered for a moment before instructing, “Well, some of you rest while others come

the guide, the driver, an elderly man, and three young men volunteered to search, with

hour, yielding no sign of Sabrina. It seemed impossible for her to have wandered

calling the police?” Bettie, on the verge of

feeling responsible for the tourists’ safety, agreed. “Then call