-Claire’s P.O.V.-
I can feel the rocks digging into the sole of my feet as I walk barefoot across the territory. My shoes are held solely by the tip of my fingers, and they swing back and forth with every step I take.
The air is cold despite summer’s fast approach. It’s one of those nights.
I tilt my head back and smile.
“What’s with the long walk, Claire?” Aaron asks, surprising me. He is now walking by my side, hands held behind his back.
“I just felt like walking,” I answer, “It’s a nice night. How about you?”
He shrugs. “I guess I felt the same. Allison chased me off with a stick, told me I was hovering too much.”
I laugh. “Are you not?”
“Maybe,” he says, “Their mother asked me to look out for them.”
“Oh.”
“So, what’s up?” He bumps my shoulder wi
