Once found, she went towards it.

Raul didn't dare to move, his nerves a fray.

He reassured himself everything would be fine. As long as he maintained that Sabrina was merely drunk, Bettie would remain unsuspecting.

The tent flap opened, but silence lingered.

A chill shot through Raul.

Had Bettie been horrified by the sight within the tent?

Seconds later, a rustle reached his ears. Raul surmised that Bettie had taken Sabrina.

Another soft noise, followed by Sabrina's faint hum, the footsteps retreating.

The surroundings quieted down

After what felt like an eternity, Raul opened his eyes cautiously. The tent stood open, Sabrina gone.

Perhaps Bettie took Sabrina away quietly to protect her reputation. The guide did have extra tents.

With no one around, Raul peeked out and retreated to his own tent.

Lying down, guilt gnawing at him, he was consumed by wild speculations before sleep overtook him.

Some time Later, Raul was jolted awake by a piercing scream.

Groggily, he glanced outside, discovering a frantic Bettie.

The guide hurried over, inquiring, “What's wrong?"

“Sabrina... My friend has gone missing!" Bettie blurted, panic edging her voice, "She said she would come back to sleep!"

Suddenly, Raul's sleepiness vanished.

Wasn't it Bettie who had taken Sabrina from the tent?

A surge of annoyance welled up within him. How had he let someone take Sabrina away like that?