I was having a dream, and I must have been screaming, because Dante was shaking me awake. “It’s only a dream, Ari. It’s only a dream.” I leaned into him. “It was about my brother. I’ve had that dream before. It’s like it doesn’t want to leave me alone.” “You want to talk about it?” “No. I don’t—I can’t—I can’t talk about it.” I let him hold me. Even though I didn’t want to be held. “It’s getting dark,” I said. “I already started the fire.” I looked at him. “I’m a quick study.” “Look at you. Dante, the Boy Scout.” “Shut up.”
