The area started to thin out around 4:30 a.m. and after grabbing some dessert at one of the other trucks, Zach started to walk me back to the hotel. I had refused a ride, but he also refused to allow me to walk back alone. We walked close, but his hands were tucked into his pockets again. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I looked at the caller ID. Stopping, I answered.
“Jacob?”
“Hey! I’m sorry! I know it’s like 4 a.m., but Elliot woke up and he has been crying because he had a bad dream, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
“Okay okay. Calm down, for one. It’s just a bad dream, not the end of the world.” I stopped walking and ran my hands through my hair. Zach stopped as well, curiosity coming across his features. “Is Anne awake?”
“Yeah, she is holding him, but he is still cryi
