Amelia POV 

  I held out the stick with the s’more toward Mia, watching the melted chocolate drip down the sides and mix with the gooey marshmallow that was still warm from the fire.

  The campfire had died down to mostly embers now, popping and crackling softly as the night got colder and darker around our little campsite in the woods.

  Mr. Thorne was sitting on a log a short distance away, using a long stick to stir the coals, his big shoulders rounded forward a bit against the chill in the air.

  He had not said much all evening, just sat there mostly quiet, but I kept noticing how his...