rustling in the trees behind us. I spun around
in the water, searching for any sign of a person
or animal. “Did you hear that?”
But Allison was barely paying attention. “I
don’t hear anything, Bailey.” She was looking
down at the water, but I could see tears spilling
over her cheeks. “I have to figure out how to
tell John.”
I tried to give her some space, walking
along the bank of the pond while I scanned the
trees for any sign of someone. But the rustling
seemed to have stopped. When Allison was
feeling better and we decided to head back, I
still felt a little nervous. It was like somebody
had been watching us.
I didn’t have time to continue dwelling on
it. Allison was upset about the pregnancy, and
I focused on trying to make her feel better.
When we got back to the restroom building,
the guys were waiting for us outside. Colby
and Blake were sitting together at the picnic
table, and it looked like Colby was checking
over Blake’s ankle. I headed toward them while
Allison pulled John aside.
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