“What do you want?” I whisper, stepping away from the group of tents so no one hears us. Cade fixes a backpack on his back. What does he need that for? “To celebrate your birthday.” “You already had that chance.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. A small worry line forms on his forehead. “I’m asking for another.” I let out a resigned sigh. “I’m tired of this, Cade.” “Tired of what?”
