Cam didn’t know how many hours had passed before the boat slowed and finally stopped, bobbing gently in the water. He had been starting to nod off, but the change in speed brought him back from the edge of sleep. “Logan?” he whispered. He got no response from the figure huddled at the steering wheel, so he approached with one hand outstretched. “Are you okay?”
Inches away from the other boy’s shoulders, Cam saw that Logan was shaking. Upon closer inspection, there were silent tears running down his cheeks. He ducked his head to try to hide them from Cam, but the evidence was there, shining in the moonlight. “This was a bad idea,” Logan said softly, voice impressively steady. Cam sighed.
“Well, as usual, it’s the only one we’ve got,” Cam replied, trying to be reasonable.
Logan let out a
