Chapter Fifty-Eight
Beckham After the Sunday night campfire, I return to my cabin to say goodnight to my roommate. But I have no intention of sleeping. Ashley is already in bed when I arrive, working on a charcoal sketch in the fancy sketch-pad her girlfriend sent her in the mail. She barely gives me a second glance as I start stuffing pillows under the sheets of my cot to make a fake body. "Sneaking out again?" "If I told you, that would make you my accomplice." Her hands sweep across the creamy paper with a delicate intensity, the outline of a rocky mountainside beginning to appear. "And if the counselors ask, I didn't see anything." I flash her a grin. Then, I grab my jacket and head for the door. By the time I reach Beckarof Cabin, it's past ten and I'm expecting for the lights to be turned off (X
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