The Day Arrived
But as the days slipped by, that sliver of hope began to erode. It didn’t feel like a bonding trip anymore—it felt like a setup for something she couldn’t quite name.
Finally, the day of the hike came. The morning was bright and cool, the sky a dazzling blue. The scent of fresh pine filled the air as they all piled into Andrew’s car, heading off toward the trail with nervous excitement—or in Rebecca’s case, masked dread.
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