Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 347

As expected, the van broke down on the side of the road. The repairs would take

a while, so everyone agreed to set up their tents at the campsite.

In this kind of situation, no one was really in the mood for fun. After a hasty meal, the group retreated to their tents to rest. Still, few could actually sleep.

Mila stayed close to Archie.

He handed her a military-grade knife and hefted a hammer himself-supplies they'd bought before the trip, just in case.

Sure, neither tool would do much if they ran into a bear or a wolf, but simply having them offered a sliver of comfort.

Although the group took turns keeping watch, Mila and Archie weren't about to let their guard down. At least one of them stayed awake at all times.

Towards the second half of the night, Mila-who'd slept first-woke up for her shift.

She wasn't alone.

A survival expert accompanied her; the organizers insisted each watch include someone with real experience. Halfway through their shift, a strange noise echoed from the edge of camp.

The man told Mila to stay by the fire while he went to check it out.

ticked by.

going on-when something cold and metallic

"Don't move. Don't scream."

...

Mila's body stood on end. The scream in her throat

The situation was suddenly, horribly clear. But why? Did someone in camp have a weapon? Was

go to such lengths just to hurt her-would they? The idea was insane. Who in

Ms. Sutherland. You're our only target. We don't want to wake the others." The man's voice dropped, cold and casual.

chill swept through Mila, cold sweat

there was more

would travel all this way just to hunt her down? The thought was madness. What kind of lunatic would go to

"You"

can't

walk-step by step-into the dark, wild woods, where

a terrifying place-suffocating, pitch-black, and dense with the threat of unseen

racing. Were they going to make her

one would know if she'd disappeared or simply lost her way. After all, there'd be plenty of explanations

couldn't

and wolf howl, she heard only the faintest shuffle of footsteps