CAMP SUMACAs I slept in the comfort of Patrick’s arms, I still dreamt of the camp.

It was our final night in camp. My cabin mates and I exchanged addresses and phone numbers and then wrote in each other’s autographed books at dinner time. It was a feast. The kitchen staff served roast beef and all the trimmings. It was a wonderful sendoff. The interim camp director made a speech about how despite the tragedy of one camper’s death, he hoped that we would pressure our memories of Camp sumac.

Kathie gave me a knowing look across the table. I would remember but not for the same reason the others would. I was sad and still a bit shaken by my near drowning incident that afternoon but I managed to keep it together at the campfire.

The next morning after breakfast, the buses arrived. We carried our stuff to the pickup area. I exchanged hugs with my girls and then Michelle drew me away. “I know it’s going to be hard for you honey but tried to have a good life. Your best to put this behind you. You were so brave! I would’ve freaked a little okay I would’ve freak the lot but tried to forget what happened.”

I shook my head “I will always carry this summer in my heart at least up to that point. I’m still angry that Janet dragged two girls into her murderous scheme!” I replied vehemently

Michelle nodded in agreement “yes, it is tragic but there’s no real proof that they were even there.”

“Then I should’ve said something!” I exclaimed

Michelle shook her head “no carry! Getting thrown out of camp wasn’t worth it..” She stated

but because I didn’t speak up, three people got away with murder.” I answered

“I know how you feel please say nothing when you get home. Be a kid okay. Go on and live your best life. I will always remember you as one of my favourites!” Michelle hugged me with tears in her eyes.

I nodded and hugged her back knowing she was right but there would never be just as for Katie and that made me sad and angry.

The bus ride was uneventful. I slept most of the way and nibbled on the bag lunch and gave us the trip. Once I stepped off the bus I managed to put that summer behind me.



About karenwritesmurder

I am a writer, blogger and radio host. I love to read and my love of books has lead me down this path. People tell me I write like Janet Evanovich. I take that as a compliment as I love her Plum books. I feel like Stephanie and Laura could be best friends.
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