Owen
About twenty minutes later, our bed for the night was ready, and a small fireplace crackled softly, filling the cave with much needed warmth.
Before I left to do a final sweep of our surroundings, Tia decided to rummage through the bag, searching for anything useful like food or supplies, anything that could help us survive the night. From the look on her face, even she was unaware of the extra things Kavan had packed for us. She tried to hide it, but I could see the way her shoulders stiffened, the way her expression dimmed. The reminder of Kavan reopened a wound that hadn’t even begun to close.
When I returned, Tia was emptying some food from the bag, much to my relief and gratitude. It included four sandwiches, some bottles of water, four soda cans and bread and dried meat. I kn
