Mia

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. I should have known yesterday when I was wishing for no adventures before bed that it wasn't as easy it sounded. It was easier said than done. That was the life here.

We hadn't bothered with tents last night, wanting to feel the cool open air on our skins as we sleep. That had been the reason I wasn't suspicious until it was too late.

I had felt a hand on my leg and had thought it was one of the boys moving in their sleep and ...