81. ANGEL

“One of the things I always wanted to do as a kind, was to go camping.” I took a bite of the tender meat and chewed. The flavor exploded on my tongue. Brian was an amazing cook even when he had limited stuff available to use. “Why?” My eyes darted up to his. “I wanted to know what it felt like sleeping in a tent and sitting around the campfire, listening to scary stories.” When he said nothing, I looked up at him to find his eyes already focused on me. Colour flooded my cheeks when he just kept on staring at me. “I had seen it on TV,” I told him. “It looked like fun and I wanted to experience that. Of course, my mom never wanted to go camping. She said that she like the comfort of her own bed better.” “How did she die?” I blinked at him in surprise. That was not a question I expected him to ask. Taking another bite of the meat, I slowly chewed. When I was done, I took a sip of water and looked at him again. “I’m not sure,” I said softly. “I was at a friend’s house. She looked a