he who hesitates is toast

Sharon stays where she is for a moment, looking around this tent that's become so familiar. Her aunt's watch sits by the cot, and she tracks the second hand as it ticks steadily around the face, reminding her with each tiny motion that her time here is limited.

Breathing deep, she gets up to help her aunt make the tea, pushing everything else from her mind.

For the time being, she still has now.