24
Jett
I’m hiking uphill at full steam, a dozen yards ahead of Mason and Alex. There’s nothing to focus on but my breathing and the trees on either side of the trail, and I kind of like it that way. It’s peaceful here, just the dark brown and vivid green of the foliage, the dark brown clay underfoot as I climb.
If I go hard enough, I can’t think about Cady. So that’s nice, I guess.
Eventually I realize that I’ve left Alex and Mason behind, so I slow down and wait for them. I find a tree and lean against it, breathing hard.
A few minutes later, the guys come up the path.
“I was wondering if we would ever see you again, or if you would just keep rocketing to outer space,” Alex jokes.
I push off of the tree. “Yeah, sorry about that. I am just really worked up.”
Mason takes a sip of h
