June 12 — Abort

The plan changed the moment we rolled in to Deleware Seashore campground. We didn’t know to what it had changed, but the place — the sun, the blandness, the smell, the highway overpass — simply would not do. I was written off entirely and immeiately. Somewhere else, anywhere else, was the only option. No words made this explicit, only a pulse of negative energy and perhaps a glance between Christy and Lauren. I felt bad for disappointing them, and my pride shriveled. It would not recover until the next day. I clammed up and forced a laugh.

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