The morning air was cool and clean, scented faintly with dew-soaked grass and eucalyptus from the grove behind the cabins. A soft breeze swept through the camp, stirring tree branches and tugging gently at the hem of Katherine’s hoodie as she stepped outside.

Her tea was warm in her hands, but her thoughts still lingered on the conversation from the night before.

Kingsley’s voice echoed faintly in her memory—“I just want to help you get that woman ...