Chapter 13
“THEY’RE SETTING UP FOR the talent show in the lodge. You should come.” Sam’s voice was overly cheerful, as if by sheer will alone she could counter Audrey’s melancholy.
Audrey glanced up at her from her potter’s wheel and didn’t move, her hands still wrapped around the rhythmic turning of the clay. “I’m fine here.”
“Honey, you’ve been holed up in here for days. We’re going home day after tomorrow. I don’t want to see you skipping out on the last of camp.”
Audrey would’ve happily gone home as soon as Hudson left. If Sam hadn’t been with her, she would have. But they’d paid for the full two weeks and Sam was having a blast, so she’d stayed. Everything at Camp Firefly Falls reminded her of Hudson and made her ache—being here in the pottery studio especially. But she’d found it
