That night, Frank helped Sarah back to her tent. As she flicked her battery-powered lantern on, he turned back the flap of her sleeping bag so she could get in. When he got up to go, she said, “Can we talk?”
Frank shrugged, having a good idea what it was she wanted to discuss. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”
She crawled into her sleeping bag and pulled her pillow under her head. “Steven. How well did you know him?”
Frank knelt back down beside her and sat on his heels. As he set her water bottle next to her, he said, “Not very. We spoke a couple of times in passing. He was a real go-getter as I remember. Very enthusiastic.”
“That was him. Always a hundred miles an hour. I remember him coming home one day about a year before coming to the mountain. He was all excited, telling me he had got
