Suddenly, the door swung open, and Halle was startled. She quickly turned and pretended to search through the drawers.
But before she could open one, Terence stormed in, blocking her path and grabbing her wrist.
“What are you doing?” he snapped, his face a mix of shock and anger. “Who gave you permission to go through my things? Get out!”
His sudden outburst stunned Halle. Her throat tightened, and she swallowed back the tears threatening to spill. Without a word, she turned and stormed out of the room.
Darlene, watching the scene unfold, hurried after her. “Halle!”
In no time, Darlene found Halle by a small pond, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
One advantage of living in Tanzania was that when you needed to cry, you could run off into the wilderness. Out there, no one would see your tears.
Third Person's POV
This was Halle's go-to move, and it always worked—until today, when Darlene finally found her.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Halle turned toward the sound and saw Darlene walking toward her, holding a compass. Their eyes met, and Halle saw a flash of relief on Darlene’s face.