“Amilie. We going to leave you here-” Mathieu shushed her as Amilie began to protest. “We need to get meat. Guillaume won’t survive without it.”
“I need to eat, too.” She complained quietly. Florence gave her some money.
“Come back within two hours.”
“Why is it bad that they didn’t follow us?” Amilie’s eyes spelled fear.
“They’ve injected enough poison… they have given him up…”
“Up for…?” She stopped as she realized. Dead. They given him up for dead.