made the journey in record time. I know I broke a few speed laws along the way, but nerves jangled so violently, my stomach churning so painfully, that I had to concentrate on getting there. And fast. I imagined them standing there, hands on their hips, and asking me to leave, tears in their eyes. Or telling the camp leader that they'd prefer not to see me, while I sat in the car, in the driving rain, slamming my fists down on the steering wheel and cursing the day Charles Cunningham was born.
I believed I deserved a better deck of cards than I'd been dealt. I believed that there was a place for all three of them in my heart. Natasha, Elodie and Sydney. I sat outside the front office, watching a man my age carry a tray of fruit towards the main mess hall. I remembered food fights in ther
