Chapter 33

• I laughed. We sat like that for a bit, watching boys toss the ball back and forth, slamming bodies, growling and mid shifting.
• “You excited to go home this weekend?” I asked, trying to shift the topic from camping.
• Fiona nodded quickly. “Yeah. My little brother’s turning five. My parents throw these lame backyard parties with ugly balloons and burnt hotdogs. But I miss it.” She turned to me, her smile fading into something more careful.