She had already lost the cap.
Neither of us said anything for a second.
“Fine,” she muttered.
I laughed, and eventually I agreed to let her go.
It was her first time away from home for more than one night.
Eventually I agreed to let her go.
The first two days were harder on me than on her.
Phones were discouraged during activities, so I tried not to message too much. I got one short text the first night.
Made it. Cabin is small. Food is weird. Love you.
The second night, nothing.
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