They sat just outside Cabin F, warm mugs nestled in their palms, their bodies tucked into knitted sweaters against the light chill of the morning. The breeze was soft, the kind that felt like a whisper of yesterday. From their vantage point, the forest stretched wide and quiet, the sky a pale blue canvas streaked with clouds like soft brushstrokes.

Carolina nudged Katherine’s shoulder gently.

“You know… when we got here? I genuinely thought I was just going to detox my soul, drink ...