Darryl sat on his bed a few days later after dinner, phone in hand. He hadn’t been able to eat much. His heart felt like an overinflated tire, taking up his entire chest and ready to pop at the slightest pressure. It had started out as a minor anxious ache, but the longer he put off making this call the worse it got. He knew what he needed to say, but he was setting himself up for the worst. If his parents didn’t like what he had to tell them, they might pull him from the camp because it wasn’t “fixing” him the way they’d hoped, or they might tell him to never come back.
Of all the guys in the cabin, Darryl knew who he actually wanted for support. He went out to the Oak cabin and knocked on the door. To his relief, Miles was the one who answered.
“Hey, Darryl,” he said with a smile. “Wha
