Cardboard and Constellations

SIENNA’S POV

The darkness came slowly, like someone pulling a blanket over the world. Ronan had built a small fire near our tent, the flames crackling and spitting sparks into the air. I sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag he'd spread out, watching him poke at the logs with a stick he'd found.

"Dinner's ready," he announced, holding up two foil packets that had been sitting in the coals.

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