Chapter Fifty-three
Xavier It's been three days since Landon and Beckham found Rueben in the woods. His name hasn't been mentioned since. The counselors took him away that day— where exactly, I don't know. They just heaved him into the back of some camp car on a rattling gurney and drove away, giving us one last, fleeting glance of his bloodless face before transporting him to some unknown, distant location. Home, I heard some of the campers say. But I don't believe that. None of us are that lucky. I'm doing kitchen duty now. Plates wash and dry mechanically beneath my hands, warm water and soap suds washing over my skin like a summer shower. Landon is next to me, cleaning briskly, his face an icy mask. He's angry. I can tell. He's been angry since we started washing; angry at Rueben for disappearing wit
- Writer
