Chapter 192

I wasn't instantly fixed, even if I had been picked up from the ground.

It was hard to concentrate or be involved with conversations. At some point I found myself sitting next to a fire and staring into it, not knowing how long I had been there. Gus and his boys moved about, cooking, setting up camp, talking, arguing, even engaging in the occasional visitor that came. Most of said visitors were looking for either me or Gus, but one older woman came looking for Carl to help her daughter with nightmares.

A little dark body handed one of the last apples from Gus's bag to me. I looked down at Kel's dirty nails, not able to remember when she had sat down next to me. After taking the apple, I looked up to ask, only to lose my question as I saw her red eyes. They looked far too knowing and grown up for her little face.

"You like apples," she said.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing the fruit on my dress, just in case.

"I don't like them. Hurt my gums. You can have them."