"Balfour, what took you so long to find me? Do you have any idea how scared I was?"
Balfour's eyes finally found Mara amid the shadows, and it felt like a massive weight lifted off his chest.
The last thing he wanted was for a sister of the Lewis family to come to harm on his account!
He didn't push her away. Instead, he gently patted her shoulder and said, "There, there, I've found you now, it's all okay."
Ivy watched their tender embrace with a bitter taste in her mouth. It seemed like there was no room for her in this picture.
After calming Mara down for a while, Balfour finally let her go, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Mara mumbled something about not knowing where she had run off to and then mentioned her foot was aching a bit.
"Your foot? Let me check, did you twist it?"
Once Balfour had checked her over and was confident she wasn't seriously injured, he started guiding her back.
"Your foot's probably just twisted a bit. Let's get a doctor to take a look once we're back."
Ivy had already turned off her flashlight when they started to leave. She leaned against a tree, unsure whether to hide or to make her presence known.
She felt utterly ridiculous. She had rushed into these woods out of concern for Balfour and Mara, only to end up twisting her own ankle while they were all lovey-dovey.
And to top it off, she was still stinging from the harsh scolding Balfour had given her before they even started looking for Mara. She felt so wronged.
Mara hadn't walked far when she whispered in pain.
Balfour frowned; he hadn't brought any tools with him when he dashed into the woods, and now he couldn't properly check her injury.
"Balfour, maybe you could carry me out. I'm worried if I keep walking, I'll worsen the injury on my ankle," Mara said, feigning embarrassment, her expression hidden by the dark shadows of the bushes.
Balfour hesitated but seeing her limp, he crouched down.
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