Chapter 2The burger wrapper crinkled as Cam spread it out on his beat-up, second-hand coffee table in his cramped living room. His place wasn’t fancy—if you ignored the not-his-idea bathroom—just a one-bedroom cabin on an acre. He loved it. Pines provided a windbreak, and he didn’t have any neighbors. Hatch could run to his heart content and deer and elk often wandered through while he stood at his sink nursing a coffee in the morning.
It was everything he’d dreamed of when he’d been sharing a bedroom with his brother in the crowded Los Angeles suburb his parents had settled in. Cam usually didn’t think that much about how his house looked. He liked it and his friends never complained, even when they were sitting on the floor like this because he didn’t have a regular table. The old foldi
