I Don't Fight It

The next morning is quieter than I expect. We all slept separately, tired from the days in the cabin and wanting some alone time. I wake up still feeling exhausted, still feeling the tiredness in my bones, but I begrudgingly get ready for school.

No one says much over breakfast; we just talk about our plans for the day and what we want to do for dinner. I’m grabbing my bag as Vance leans against