Elizabeth felt uneasy, and she wished she could at least hear what was going on.
The trees behind her were suddenly a lot more ominous than they had been a few minutes ago and she grabbed the blanket and Sawyer's clothing from the ground and took it back to the tent, trying to convince herself that she was just keeping herself busy and that he would be back shortly.
She screwed up his shirt and brought it to her face, seeking comfort from the familiar scent.
She was embarrassed to admit that she liked the fact he had worn the shirt for a couple of days. It meant that it smelled more like him, and she was grateful for that now that she was feeling uneasy.
She tried to slow her breathing and to calm herself down, but she heard a noise outside and it made her stomach drop.
She clung
