It was beautiful to watch the moon under our already made up tent.

“I just love the moon.” Laura said. She sat very close to me. “It's so beautiful.”

“Me too. I remember when my mother used to tell me stories about the moon, the folktales and everything.” I said, smiling. It's been a long time since I had bonded with my mother and I felt bad about it.

Damien had gone to put the horses away in a safe place and probably feed them too so they don't die of hunger.

I glanced at Laura and saw how unhappy she was. The truth was that Laura had never spoken...