RYDER

I reach the tent and I'm surprised that Zach isn't around anymore.

Lizzie is in the same bed she was in earlier, and the second I walk in, she looks up. Her face is wet with tears, her cheeks are flushed, and all in all, she looks sick and miserable.

"Ryder," she practically cries, raising her arm. "Ryder, I can't take this anymore."

I try not to sound too exhausted when I ask her, "What's going on, Lizzie?"

She wipes her face even though more tears are spilling from her eyes. "You ...