-Caleb-
My mom cuddled with Hank while we roasted marshmallows. I envied them that. They laughed together and fed each other sticky s’mores.
Jocelyn and I sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the short, narrow bench on our side of the fire, but I couldn’t put my arm around her, and I sure as hell couldn’t go licking marshmallow off her fingers like Hank was doing to my mother.
It was our first taste, I guess, of what life was going to be like outside the little bubble we’d created when we’d been lost.
“Want half my Hershey bar?” I asked Jocelyn, trying to distract from our parents acting like kids.
“Sure.” Jocelyn herself looked a bit wistful.
I swore to myself, the first chance I got, I was renting us a cabin in the middle of nowhere where we could tease each other, and laugh, and touch, and
