There’s a new normal at Camp Sweetwater, and that normal is normal.
Ghost don’t appear in our bonfires now, screaming for justice. All the lifeguards at the lake are actually alive. There are no cryptic French whispers at night. And extremely important: shower curtains, towels, razors, and blackened wood just sit there, not doing anything.
Corryn Quinn, my best friend, and I made sure of that.