I couldn’t sleep. Anders would laugh at me, I knew he would, but I couldn’t help it. The thought of spending the night anywhere other than under a solid roof had me tossing and turning. I had never wanted to sleep under an open sky—or in a tent for that matter.
Until Anders persuaded me to buy this house, I’d lived my entire life in a flat. But our three rooms and bath made him feel closed in, so he had pleaded, begged, for us to move. I never could say no when he begged, and I loved this house—our home—but camping? I’d always thought that the love I had for my husband was unconditional, but this was stretching it.
When we’d first moved here, even our own garden was a little scary, it seemed like wilderness to me, and we were surrounded by houses. It wasn’t like there were any wild anima
