Calvin Ramos didn't say anything, but a glimpse of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
Since the naval battle last night, Flossie Wright hasn't been speaking much, although she used to be cold to everyone...
Not like it is now.
...
Flossie Wright decided not to go into the wooden house but instead lay down on the trunk of a relatively old tree nearby. In the gentle breeze that swept through the jungle, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
But this sleep wasn't peaceful.
Blood, flames, cries, these images intertwined in her dreams and memories, bringing to light faces long forgotten.
A strong emotion began to build in her chest, causing her to furrow her brows uncomfortably in her sleep.
Suddenly, a chill wind blew in, rustling the leaves.
Then, she woke up abruptly.
