CARMEN
The burger should not have been life-changing.
And yet it was.
I didn’t rush it—not the way I had with breakfast in the clearing. I didn’t eat it slowly either, though. Somewhere in between; careful, yet hungry. I was trying to remember how to be a normal functioning person at a table with company, instead of someone guarding their plate.
Tim didn’t comment. Not even once.
He reminisced about the town, and somehow that made it easier.
By the time we left the diner, the sun dipping lower but not yet gone, I felt different. Lighter. Not healed—but like I’d set something heavy down, even if just for a little while.
“Come on,” Tim said, jerking his chin down the street. “I’ll get you set up somewhere decent before it gets dark.”
I nodded immediately.
Of course, I would go with
