Chapter 4“Honey.” I woke up to Anders whispering in my ear.
“Huh?”
“Come on, I want to show you something.”
I looked around, confused. I was in a tent. It all returned to me fairly quickly—my back helped me figure it out, telling me that I was way too old for this kind of life. Anders was four years older than me—why didn’t he think we were too old for this?
Slowly, and without waking the children, I managed to climb out of the tent and get my shoes on.
“How long was I sleeping?” I blinked as I noticed Anders had laid a blanket on the ground, and put a few burning candles around it. By the side stood two foldable silicone mugs, a bottle of red wine and, next to those I saw a bar of my favourite high-quality chocolate. I laughed. The candle flames flickered slightly, casting shadows ov
