~HAZEL~

Something happened last night.

I woke up knowing it—without being able to explain the proof.

It sat in the air between us like frost: brittle, impossible to ignore.

Ashton wouldn't look at me.

Not once.

He'd been up before light filtered through the cave mouth, already gone before I'd even opened my eyes. When he came back he had meat dangling from his fist.

Now he was stacking firewood again—armful after armful—though we already had enough to last two ...