“This would be perfect with a bit of wine,” Bethany said, grinning as the laughter finally filled the cave again.
A moment ago the air had been so tense she thought their little group might fall apart.
“When we move to the other side,” Jackson said, poking at the fire with a stick, “there are plenty of fruit trees. Maybe we can brew something ourselves.”
“Fruit trees? Real fruit?” Bethany’s eyes lit up. “I haven’t had anything sweet in days. Remember that jackfruit we found? God, that was heaven.”
Jackson nodded and began explaining what he’d seen—the richer soil, the wide trees heavy with fruit, the better shelter nearby.
It was half practical planning, half hope for the future.
“I can’t wait to move,” Bethany said, eyes shining with excitement.
“What about all our stuff?” Lily ask
