Cam, bending over the small glowing fireflies, and me on the far edge of the pathway with my lens always pointed at the lake. It’s practically perfect. So comfortable that I’ve been able to process my endless, whirling thoughts about what just happened with Harrison. I’ve refocused on what I want for my future. I’ve mulled over what’s going to change between me, Cam, Patrick, and Laura when we return home to Brights Grove. Made a plan about how we will all stick by Cam when the gossip hits that he’s returned. I’ve even dialed in how I’m going to finish the final projects for Professor Perry so he’s impressed enough to offer me one of the scholarships. I’ve wondered about how my mom’s doing without me, thought about how Nash would be upset with me for taking off the black metal boot without him to supervise, and have even promised myself to put the boot right back on when I get back to my room. Then I took all of those whirling thoughts and buried them in my work.
