Elchanan was nowhere in sight. Which direction had he even gone in?
Elchanan was walking very fast, as if he wanted to leave Avi behind. Avi quickened his pace, trying not to stumble on the uneven earth, biting his tongue to restrain himself from asking Elchanan to slow down.
He didn’t need to embarrass himself even more. If Elchanan could handle the trail, he could, too.
Up ahead, Elchanan stopped for a moment, looking first in one direction, then another.
“What’s going on?” Avi asked, finally reaching his partner, his breath catching a little from the exertion.
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