However, the two soldiers standing nearby had bewildered expressions; the phrase "she is mine" kept echoing in their minds.
Could it be that this woman is Hutchinson's lover?
Both of them simultaneously thought of this possibility, and then their gaze towards the two was filled with curiosity and tension.
The woman's identity became increasingly complex and unpredictable.
"I'm here for our meeting."
Flossie Wright stood straight, gazing directly at Glenn Hutchinson, her voice clear and resolute.
Three months.
Exactly three months.
On the first day of November, just after midnight, Flossie stood at the entrance of the campsite.
"Yes." Glenn Hutchinson responded with just one word.
Yet, emotions were manifold.
He hadn't even imagined that he'd see Flossie at this moment. He had even planned out the measures to handle the pressure from above if Flossie remained missing.
"Do you have a gun?" Flossie asked, casually.
"Yes."
