Several different conversations picked up, and Justin leaned over to me. “Cami-girl?” he whispered with a pop of laughter.

I eyed him. “Jealous of my nickname? Give him time; he’ll think up one for you, too.”

We talked and drank, and I wondered exactly what our vampire friends were doing. Someone retrieved two bottles of wine. After the first bottle, we all thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.

As I swirled the chilled white wine in my glass, I wondered where my parents were. Maybe they de...