Winnie murmured softly, "My knees hurt a little..."

Van chuckled lightly, releasing her and adjusting the collar of her shirt. "Go to sleep."

The air mattress made faint sounds with her movements, and the night's chill gradually crept in, starkly contrasting the warmth inside the tent. Winnie wrapped herself in the down blanket, her flushed cheeks betraying her nervousness. In a low voice, she asked, "Can I borrow your phone? I'd like to call my mom."

Van didn't object and ...