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The morning air felt soft and cool, with a hint of pine and rain lingering in the breeze. I was rocking back and forth in the old chair, pushing off the porch with my bare toes while my game sat paused on my phone screen, my thoughts wandering to other places.
It was day thirteen. Just one more day and this strange little retreat would come to an end. You'd think I'd be looking forward to it, but instead, there was this odd heaviness in my chest, almost like I didn't want it to end.
Maybe Mom and Keith weren't the absolute worst parents after all. Their approach was questionable. I mean, who drops their kids off at a cabin miles from anything just to "create bonding moments"?—but somehow, it had worked. Adrien and I weren't exactly besties, but we'd managed to avoid being enemies too, forever.
