I sat between Sara and Blaise, the three of us in low folding chairs. Josh sat next to Blaise on a log. Jonah sat next to Sara, also on a log. She made sure to sit by him. I could tell she was angry that I’d spent time with him. Sara was one of my best friends, but when she set her sights on a guy she lost sight of everyone else.
East sat next to her brother and Quinn sat between her and her mother. JP sat between his parents and Nonie and Pops sat between their son and oldest grandson. We made an impressive circle around the campfire. I felt safe. It was clear the family was bothered by Mick, but I couldn’t imagine him trying anything, not when there were so many of us.
“Since this is our Thanksgiving meal, I would like us all to say something we’re thankful for,” Quint said, taking me
