CHAPTER 1.
Riley's POV
The camp looked exactly the same as it did three years ago. Pine trees towering over wooden cabins, the lake shimmering in the afternoon sun, the smell of campfire smoke already drifting through the air.
But I wasn't the same.
I wasn't the awkward sixteen-year-old with braces and zero confidence anymore. I was nineteen now, fresh off my first year of college, and I'd finally figured out how to be comfortable in my own skin.
"Stop spacing out and help me with these bags," Jake called from the truck bed.
My older brother looked irritated, which was pretty much his default setting when it came to me. He'd only agreed to let me be a counselor this summer because their usual girl had backed out last minute.
"I still think this is a bad idea," he muttered as I grabb
