It's not quite dawn yet. Ed and the boys are still asleep, and while I can hear the boats heading down the river to go fishing, the camp is still pretty quiet.
I woke up with a clear head this morning, and I'm not sure I like it.
I noticed that the camp has grown. A lot. There are outhouses built all over (very practical), and it looks like an entire tent city has grown in this area over the last ... how many days? How many days since Emily?
Ten days.
Suddenly I feel an urgent to know everything that's happened in those ten days, even the bad things. Even the really bad things.
My boys, they have dark shadows under their eyes. What have I missed?
In half an hour I can go knock on Livvy and Jess's door without feeling guilty.
