9We set up camp in an open pasture. Trekkers weren’t supposed to build fires in these mountains, but evidently, the porters didn’t count.
They made a fire for us and then another one for themselves.
Every time I saw a fire, I felt guilty for not burning Skye’s journal. But what was I supposed to do? I had to help her prove she didn’t hurt people on purpose.
The fire blazed hot as everyone warmed their hands and feet while Nima cooked a meal of boiled potatoes and made tea with yak butter.
“I wish I had some Oreos and cow’s milk,” I said, thinking of the bedtime snack I used to share with Skye.
“Yeah,” said Mom. “Yak butter just doesn’t cut it, does it?”
I was sick at my stomach from the food and so exhausted that I didn’t even bother with pajamas that night. I changed into a hoodie t
