Outside was inky black, except for the small flickering flames on each candle, which seemed to reflect the stars. The gathering was already at least fifty strong, and the Fires had yet to join us. Susan and Micah stood with the Waters, passing around their candle, sharing ...
"I have a confession to make." She raised her eyebrow and waited. I cleared my throat. "I…um. Well, the reason I hid in your group…um—" "Just spit it out." She crossed her arms. "Well, I had a thing with Shawn, and I can't see him again. I don't want him to see me." She stepped forward, gesturing...