Joseph walked into the cave, squinting and blinking his eyelids as he adjusted to the darkness. A sweet, musky smell hung in the air, revealing the depth of the cave. Joseph knew he should have thought to bring a flashlight with him as he rushed out of the house that morning, but he hadn’t thought of it at the time. Now, he stumbled through the darkness, tripping on roots and rocks that littered the ground. He shivered as he pressed on, further and further into the blackness.
She couldn’t have gotten very far… he thought. He found her note early that morning, laying atop the kitchen counter like a breakfast pasty: folded and crisp, waiting for him. Joseph almost missed it, too, in his pre-caffeinated morning state. He held it up to the light, deciphering her messy handwriting:
I’m leaving for the cave without you. I need to find a way out of this mess, alone.
Joseph crumpled the note in his hand and leaned forward until his forehead rested against the cabinets. He tried to stay calm, tried to take long, deep breaths to slow his heart rate down despite his building anger.
This is bullshit. He slammed his fist into the cabinet door, splintering the wood. They were supposed to be a team. She was the one who had first suggested the partnership. Why would she attempt the capture without him?
Joseph dressed as quickly as he could while he tried to work out her reasoning.
To be continued
I promise to keep this going as soon as I can!