Nick's POV
I woke to the sharp light of late morning, too bright for comfort. The sun was already high, and Georgia wasn't in the cave.
Panic prickled under my skin. Today marked our fifth day stranded. My sister said it could take up to two weeks before rescue. We weren't even halfway through.
I felt better, at least the fever had passed, but weakness still clung to me, probably from how violently my body purged itself last night. My stomach ached for food.
I added some wood to the fire, slipped on my now-dry pants, and scanned the area. No sign of Georgia. Maybe she went to forage, I thought, trying to keep calm.
But something felt…off.
I stepped back into the cave to grab the bag and my knife, only to find all three bags gone. The kitchen knife and my Swiss knife, too.
Why would she take everything?
I searched the shore. Nothing. The stream, empty. Even the ridge, where there are more fruit trees. Still no trace.