Two days after the unsettling night when I found solace in Marco's arms, he suggested we take a break from the camp's turmoil. "Let's go for a swim," he proposed a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Just the two of us. We could use a distraction."
The idea of a night swim sounded perfect. The thought of the cool water against my skin, the peacefulness of the lake under the moonlight, and the chance to escape from the camp's oppressive atmosphere was incredibly appealing. I agreed, and we set off as the sun began to set, its golden rays casting a warm glow over everything.
We walked side by side, our footsteps crunching softly on the gravel path leading to the secluded lake. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. Marco held my hand, his touch firm yet gentle, grounding me in the present moment. Despite the recent horrors and heartbreak, I felt excitement in my chest.