POV: Samira James
The descent from the summit was a blur of adrenaline and panic. I stayed at the back of the line, keeping a wide distance between myself and the rest of the group. Every time I saw the back of Calvin's dark hoodie weaving through the trees ahead, I felt like my lungs were shrinking. I had spent my entire life building a reputation for being unreachable and disciplined, and I had just handed him the blueprint to my most private, embarrassing thoughts.
The sun was starting to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Trenton foothills by the time we reached the clearing. The temperature dropped instantly, the shadows stretching across the tents like long, dark fingers. I didn't stop to talk to anyone. I went straight to my tent and zipped myself inside, sitting on my sleeping ba
