The mountain pass yielded some of the more beautiful views I had seen since we arrived. Kels and I pressed our faces against our windows as we passed a waterfall and what looked to be the perfect swimming hole. She nagged Ryan to stop so we could go for a swim. Ryan promised we could do so on the way back. A quiet fell over our vehicle before Ryan realized what he had said.
“But you’re not coming back,” Kels said, tears welling in her eyes.
Moretti tried to lighten the mood by making fun of Ryan for not being more sensitive, which wasn’t making anything better. I pulled Kels in close and let her tears run onto my shoulder.
Everyone had stopped talking now. Our journey was coming to an end.
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