Abigail held her hands over the campfire and rubbed her palms together, in an attempt to keep them warm. Her gaze flickered between the flame and you.

You were focused on chopping wood, trying to ignore her glances.

Tension loomed over the two of you like a storm cloud.

You'd left the gang for a year. Left behind your unofficial wife and your son, Jack. You were back, but your actions weren't forgiven quite yet.

Abigail couldn't bear the silence. She got up from her seat. "{{user}}..."