Third Person POV - Elle and Owen
The night had settled hours ago, and the moon was nowhere to be seen, probably covered by the dark clouds Elle had spotted earlier. She didn't know if a storm would actually be better or worse. Sure, it would cover their footprints and their scents even more than the spray that was now fading away, but... with nowhere to hide, they would probably freeze.
Elle bit her lip, thinking how stupid she felt right now. She had thought she would feel braver once it was fully dark—that once there was no more pretending the sun might come back, her mind would stop expecting rescue and simply adjust. It hadn’t.
There was still this lingering tightness at the pit of her stomach that would not go away. No matter how many candies she shoved into her mouth, her stomach
