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Expecting the next morning to be awkward, I crawled out of the tent, hoping that Darren's heavenly food would break the tension. Following my nose, I found myself standing next to a row of people. Both Aspen and Ashleigh were already staring hungrily at the big pot warming on the fire.
He’d regained some colour and didn't look nearly as ghostly as yesterday. Sleep must've done him good. He seemed like a person who actually belonged on earth again.
"Cook faster, Darren," he whined, licking his lips as he eyed the hot stew simmering away.
"Maybe just a little taste," Ashleigh mumbled, trying to steal a spoonful, but Darren wouldn't have any of it. He tapped both the twins on their heads with the handle of his ladle and positioned himself between the food and the siblings.
"Down, you
