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Butterflies soared in my stomach, and my hands turned a little damp. I felt like the teenage daughter of the town’s minister about to sneak out with the bad boy. It wasn’t much of a different scenario really, though I wasn’t going there to make out with him.
Not really.
Although, my heart hoped his explanation sounded like a miracle, and that afterward he kissed me senseless.
It took me ten minutes to drive to the camp. I parked my car under the shade of a big tree, in the farthest corner of the parking lot, distant from any other car. The minutes passed and there were moments when I almost turned the wheel and drove away, but I realized I would regret not sticking around and listening to his explanations. I would go home and always wonder, what if it wasn’t as bad as the article ma
