Even before sunrise, the camp was agitated. Whispers had begun long before I made a move. It only took one rumor to cast doubt on the loyalty.

I had more than a rumor, too.

Like a shadow hidden in a distant tent where no one asks, the youngster remained silent for weeks while in camp. Michael's fracture turned to his right while I waited and bided my time. It happened the morning after he was spotted barging out of Matilda's tent.

Excellent timing.

Everyone was gathered around the ...