It was late June in the Shennies when E issued his ultimatum, “Either you come home, or we’re done.”I sat by the creek, filtering my water and begging him to reconsider, reminding him that we were the loves of each other’s lives. But I knew my answer, and he did, too.I was staying on trail. I stumbled from the creek to the nearby shelter, where many of my friends were sitting to escape the heat. They watched as I threw my pack down, …
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