We agreed to that. And we agreed to meet at the kayak shed down by the water at eleven o’clock at night. I had a bad feeling in my gut. I didn’t want to admit I was scared. I didn’t trust kayaks or the inlet or a million things that could go wrong out there. But what else could I do? I lay in my bunk breathing raggedly, loud enough for Gerard to ask me to shut up. At ten minutes to eleven by my watch, I got up to pretend I was going to take a leak. The hallway was clear. Someone had fixed the screen in Chris’s room, I reckoned. There was no sign of Brianna, but I knew she’d be there. Or at least, I knew she would leave. I crept low along the hall. One of the other counselors had his room right by the entrance. His door was open, but a tv was on inside and maybe he was asleep. Who knows? All I knew was that the door to the outside was unlocked. Had Brianna already left? It swung open without a sound, and I closed it just as silently. Outside, it was very dark. I realized we should be waiting for first light in the morning.
