chapter 73

I scrunch my face up, and he rolls his eyes. He can’t be seriously thinking that I will gladly gulp down something he left his saliva on, right? “That one is sweet, not like the rest of these sour-ass ones we have been eating,” he points out, and those temping words are enough for me to ignore the initial disgust. I bite the other half of it and pop it into my mouth. “See?” I nod while chewing. He is right, the strawberry is extra juicy and sweet, just like he said. “Anyway, I know my mother wouldn’t want me dwelling on the bad stuff. She was a bit of a hippy. My mom loved crystals, meditation, and nature. She used to tie dye our clothes. We hated it.” He snickers, laughing at what appear to be happy memories. “Now, I would give anything to wear those ugly ass shirts if it meant she was still with us. Shit, I would wear them every day and eat her horrid cooking. No one burned food like my mother used to." I glance at Casen and notice the sadness creep into his eyes. There is so much pa