#Chapter 229 – A Very Tiny Betrayal

We all stay up very late that night, gathered around a fire pit just off to the left of the pool. I’m curled up next to Kent, his arm around me on a little outdoor loveseat as my family laughs and chats around the fire. As the night grows darker and the stars start to come out, I find myself thinking about how grateful I am for Kent, who is so secretly thoughtful about details he never takes credit for. For instance, this fire pit was ready to go, fully stocked with wood and lighter fluid, and even marshmallows and little sticks to roast them on, because I mentioned once – months ago – that I liked them. And everyone’s favorite drinks are already here on ice. I mean, he, Jerome, and Daniel were all easy – they all drink the same whiskey - but my dad’s American beer and Janeen’s rum and diet coke with lime? How the hell did he have that here, waiting for us? So, I curl up closer to him, and his arm tightens around me, and a little ball of happiness in my chest just grows and grows. B