Prepared

Awakened by the thoughts of going back to the woods that I had the previous night, I walked out of the room and down the stairs. Drake was still sound asleep and I didn't want to wake him.

The door out of the house was wide open and I could see Sam standing outside the house and staring at space. He seemed to be bothered by something not just the search for the missing teenage boy.

"Hey Sam!" I said stepping outside the house and standing next time him. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't realize I was standing beside him.

Slowly he turned and feigned a smile but his face was devoid of any form of relief from whatever it was that was bothering him.

"Morning Lyla!" He said and turned towards the space in front of him again with his arms folded and his posture firm like a stature.

"Is everything alright Sam? You look worried, is it about the boy?" I asked still sure that it was something more than that.