KELLER

Why do I always end up carrying everyone’s mess?

I didn't even have the answer to my question as the words formed a large cyst around my heart.

My voice sounded low in the dark. It was rough and almost bitter.

I was walking back to camp, my boots crunching against the dirt and fallen leaves.

Bennett stayed behind. I didn’t ask why, because I knew. He wanted space, wanted to wrestle with the beast inside him without my eyes watching.

I didn’t blame him.

When I ...