Now I Lay Me

-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.