Chapter 57

　　Damon

　　The morning sun painted the campsite in warm hues, casting a serene atmosphere over our makeshift breakfast table. Ashford and I huddled together, plates filled with campfire-cooked eggs and bacon. The enticing aroma blended with the earthy scent of the surrounding forest. Tents stood nearby, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze created a peaceful backdrop.

　　Absentmindedly, I stabbed at my eggs with a fork, my thoughts far from the cheerful banter that usually accompanied our morning meals. Sensing my somber mood, Ashford attempted to inject some humor into the atmosphere.

　　"You know, Damon, these eggs taste better when you're in a good mood," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

　　I mustered a half-hearted smile. "I'm just not in the mood today, Ash."

　　Curiosity etched on his face, Ashford prodded further. "What's eating at you, dude? Tell me."