Scarlett Caleb and I walked around for a good half an hour, so it was time for a break. “Let’s take a seat, baby boy,” I said, nodding over to the giant oak tree. He smiled, nodded his head, and we went and sat down under the tree. He had been reticent, which isn’t like him. I sensed something wasn’t right, but I never said anything. If he wanted to tell me, he would. I am not exactly honest with him about the marks on my neck. “Caleb, babe, are you sure you are OK?” I asked softly, resting my head on his shoulder. “Just tired, beautiful, that’s all,” He said, slipping his arm around my shoulder. “You just seem a lot quieter than usual, like something is playing on your mind,” I said quietly. “Honestly, babe, I am doing OK, just tired; I
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