Chapter Thirty-Four

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of blue, yellow, orange, and finally, the inky blackness of night, a serene and romantic scene unfolded. A chorus of chirping birds and croaking frogs filled the air, signaling the end of another day. The four of us sat around a crackling campfire, their faces illuminated by the dancing flames. A comfortable silence hung in the air as we carefully considered the delicate topic that weighed heavily on our minds. Sara, a sensitive subject for both Easton and Aiden, was the elephant in the room. All eyes turned to Calix, the only one who hadn't yet voiced his opinion.

"So, Aiden," I began, my voice barely a whisper as I glanced nervously at my plate, "did you give any more thought to what we discussed earlier?" I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze.

Aiden's response was curt. "Yes," he replied, his tone leaving no room for further discussion.