C66 CHAPTER 66

Eleanor's boots cut a path in the dirt of her tent floor, each step a frantic mirror of her troubling thoughts.

She furrowed her forehead, and her eyes focused intently. The candlelight created revolving shadows on the canvas walls, imitating the uproar in her head.

Outside, the camp had settled into an uneasy silence, but inside Eleanor's tent, the air was heavy with anxiety