John closed the door to his room behind him, shutting out the light coming from the hallway lantern. Ahead of him, soft moonlight poured in through the tiny window at the foot of his cot. Creeping through the deep shadows, he came to his cot and sat, looking out at a pale moon frosting the shoulders of Annapurna. The conversation he’d had with Michelle on the terrace and what followed when they went back inside was on his mind. He could still see Michelle dancing around and singing with Cam like high school seniors at the prom. There was no pretense to Michelle, no pity or judging in her eyes. She just accepted him as he was with seemingly no expectations. And then there was the way she’d looked at him on the terrace. Did she know what she was doing to him? How she was stripping away the v
