“I like hunting with you,” Dante says, a speared marshmallow held over the fire we built. “It’s fun.”
“I like hunting with you, too, kid.”
I promised Viviana no more guns, but there’s still plenty I can teach Dante in the woods. Like how to build a fire. And, just as important, how to make a s’more.
Plus, being outside makes it all seem so much more… manageable.
The last few days in the cabin have been amazing. It’s like taking a deep breath after a lifetime of hyperventilating. Never slowing down. Never relaxing.
It also feels like a dream. Like a peek into the peaceful, domestic life I could have had if I was someone else. The longer it goes on, the more I just want it to end—because the more of it I experience, the worse it will hurt to let it go.
I know better than most what lett
