The breakfast hall buzzed with soft chatter, spoons clinking against ceramic bowls, the occasional yawn slipping through conversation. Morning light filtered through the open windows, golden and gentle, cutting across long wooden tables where campers gathered in mismatched sweatshirts and socks.

Katherine sat beside Carolina, nursing a cup of green tea she hadn’t quite decided to drink. Across the hall, Kingsley sat two tables away, not looking at her—but she could feel his presence like ...