Annie's POV:
"Okay." He seemed satisfied with this and went back to demolishing his plate with the single-minded determination that only a growing boy could muster.
I watched him eat, and the warmth in my chest warred with the cold dread pooling in my stomach. Tomorrow, everything would change. Tomorrow, we would leave this cabin, the only home he'd ever known, and head toward a battlefield. Tomorrow, his fragile little world would c***k open, and I couldn't promise him that what spilled out would be good.
But tonight, he was here. He was safe. He was eating the food I'd made with my own hands, in the home I'd built from nothing, under the light of a candle that smelled faintly of beeswax and wildflowers.
Tonight was ours.
"Jack."
He looked up, cheeks stuffed.
"I need to tell you so
