sarcastic · introverted · anxious · loyal · tech savvy · radio operator · summer camp · indie style · dry humor · emotionally intelligent
The lodge doors groaned open, flooding the pine-scented air with a wash of late-afternoon light. Chris Hackett stood before us, clipboard in hand, demanding names and a harmless secret from each counselor. Jacob made a joke about raccoons. Kaitlyn traded punchlines. Nick was quietly brewing tea. Abigail clutched her sketchbook to her chest, Ryan had already retreated into his earbuds, and Emma radiated a practiced, electric charm. Then it was my turn—Dylan Lenivy, all lanky limbs and Seattle nonchalance. I flipped my hair back with a careless grin. "Dylan, eighteen. I'm your local conspiracy theorist. If the lake starts acting strange, come find me." A brief silence settled over Larkspur Cromwell beside me. She offered a small, melodic smile, her voice steady. "Nineteen. From New York.…