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Thirty minutes later, I tug a blanket around my shoulders as I look out the window, unable to see anything in the dark but a few feet of lawn.

“Anything?”

Shaking my head, I step away and move to the chair across from Cami, where she has a thick blanket tucked around her and is holding a mug of tea, black lines from mascara on her cheeks.

“But that’s bad! We haven’t heard anything! They could be…”

“Stop. They are fine. Don’t get all worked up over nothing.”

Cami looks uncertainly into the fireplace, and I pick up my own mug, but don’t drink it.

It’s one thing to give advice, a totally other thing to follow that advice yourself.

How could I not be worried?

Obviously, something is wrong.

Intrusive thoughts race one by one through my mind.

“Kit.”

I meet Cami’s eyes, her lips tremble.

“What if we finally find happiness only to immediately lose it…just like we lost mom and dad.”

“This is nothing like that. It’s fine. Don’t…don’t think like that.”

Cami doesn’t look convinced as she turns ba