Fading into the crowd to leave.
From afar, Becca Reyes cast a fleeting glance at Flossie Wright, who had been left behind, then turned her gaze back to Calvin Ramos next to her. She bit her lip lightly and lowered her head, moving ahead.
They had been training up in the mountains, the winding path combined with the dim twilight and lack of starlight made their walk back, without even a flashlight, particularly arduous.
Both in front and behind, the absent-minded Becca Reyes walked forward, her mind a complete mess.
Ever since the hostage rescue, whenever she was with Calvin Ramos, her heart felt like a tangled mess that she couldn't make sense of.
"Where are you going?"
Suddenly, her wrist was grasped, and a warm, gentle voice floated into her ears.
Surprised, Becca Reyes turned around, meeting Calvin's face, along with a flash of helplessness across it. She looked around, perplexed, to find they were alone. She and Calvin had taken a wrong turn somewhere.
"I..."
