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JESS

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. I watched the kids sprawl across the open field, their faces tilted toward the sky. Asha sat between my two gremlins, pointing excitedly at the constellations as the guide explained something about the North Star. Luke was supposed to be here. I was not cut out for camping. I needed a bed, air conditioning, and more than anything else - insect repellant. Luke wasn't even supposed to play this weekend. They gave him off to rest his knee, but the team coach called at the last minute, saying they needed him on the bench as a backup because Coleman got a concussion during practice and was out.

S here I was, full of insect bites, a stiff neck from sleeping on the ground and shitty coffee.

The other parents were gathered off to the side, murmuring amongst themselves, but I wasn't paying attention to them. "Things we do for our children, right?" One of the fathers who helped me set up my tent mumbled, pulling a face as he sipped the coffee they provided. You'd think for all the money we paid, they'd at least have decent caffeine.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I instinctively reached for it. "Don't say a word!" I gave him a pointed look before smiling as he zipped his lips. "Promise."

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Technically, no technology was allowed.

But that rule was for the kids, right? I wasn't sure - these Camp Masters - they called themselves were pretty scary even for me.

I smirked, but before I could unlock the screen, I caught one of the nature guides throwing me a pointed look from across the field. They were really serious about this whole 'unplug and reconnect with nature' thing. Whatever.

Ignoring the judgmental glare of some overzealous camping dad, I pushed up from my seat and glanced back at the kids. My two little gremlins were still mesmerized by the sky. Asha nestled between them, looking more at peace than I'd seen her in a long time. Good.

Slipping away from the group, I glanced at my screen.

Luke.

smiled to myself and answered.

Static.

about 'bad

"Shitty reception,"

cell service, but I figured getting to higher ground might help. Spotting a small hill a little ways off, I started hiking toward it,

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against the dirt path.

in a minute, babe!" I said

I need to get to higher ground - or at

my pocket, I picked up the pace, determined to find

incline, my phone clutched tightly in one hand.

rock, and before I could stop myself, my

"Shit-!"

hit the ground hard, my knees slamming against

for a second, breathing through the sting, hating every single thing about this godforsaken nature retreat. Who the hell thought it was

back up, brushing the dirt off my scraped knees and glaring at

reconnect, my ass,"

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