While those two were cheerfully preparing a cozy and joyful dinner on their end, the atmosphere over at Simon's house was equally bustling.
Going back in time a little bit, as the sun gradually set and the twilight mist descended, seeing that her two sons had been gone since morning and had not yet returned, Mrs. Thelma was on pins and needles.
She anxiously rushed out to stand and watch the trail leading up to the forest for the entire evening, her eyes filled with worry. It was not until her husband stepped out from inside, patted her shoulder comfortingly, and told her not to worry too much since the boys knew the trails like the back of their hands, that Mrs. Thelma finally let out a long sigh and reluctantly followed him back indoors.
It was not that she lacked faith in Wyatt's survival skills.
