They sat around the crackling fire, sunk deep into a pit so the light wouldn’t give them away, and passed around a few growlers someone had brought.
Frank looked across the fire at Sara, head in his hands, a sigh on his face. She was talking to Rick. She laughed and put her hand on his arm. Frank’s shoulders sagged as the air left his lungs. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but he didn’t want to interrupt her good time. That’s what he told himself anyways. It was easier than facing the fact that he was terrified.