"Please stop running," I cried for the hundredth time as I led the kids through the cabin. A few hours ago, they were almost shedding tears because Lucas had refused their request to bring Zoey along, and now, they seemed the most excited as they hopped and skipped happily all the way here.
Kids.
It was beautiful how their mind worked. Their lives were so simple I was almost jealous. One minute they were sad about something and the next minute they were happy about something else. The fact that their small innocent minds could not harbor pain for too long was the best.
Grown-ups were a completely different story though. My best friend was proof.
In the last few days, I had had to sit through each painful session as Celine recalled every step of all that happened that night. I had n
