A light tapping was heard and the soft voice of Fiona echoed on the other side of the tent.
"Are you two awake? We've made breakfast and are planning to get up and going soon. Um. I'd also like to speak to Cass, too, if that's okay." Cass felt every muscle in his body tense. So, it was time. Time for him to face this, without any damn answers.
Well, he had a few, but he was left with more questions than answers. He had a feeling that Fiona was going to ask him things that he wouldn't know.
Cass let out a shuddering breath, his lungs feeling paralyzed. At least he didn't think he was going to cry. That was something he should make into a pact. He should do his best not to cry three days in a row. What a fucking concept.
He'd never had to make that kind of a pact with himself before, but look at him go. Look at him having to adapt to new situations.
