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I took the bulky manila envelope over to the table where everyone was sitting. I opened it up and dumped it out onto the table. There were lots of little pieces of paper, all folded up. There was a piece of lined paper from my mom, and a piece of printer paper from my dad.

That was when I realized that each of the “letters” from my siblings had envelopes. But not normal envelopes – the letters were wrapped in paper, and that paper was covered with tape.

After wrestling with the tape on Jade’s letter for over five minutes, I finally got it open.

When I had finally opened all of them, I showed my crew the drawings that my siblings had sent me. Hewitt had drawn Colter up high on a mountain, with me down below in the water. Indigo’s was me in a canoe on the water. And Jade’s… I don’t really know what Jade’s was.

Then I read Mom and Dad’s letters, trying not to cry in front of my crew. (It didn’t really work. :))

While I had been looking at my letters, Josh had been talking with each of my crewmates. When they were done talking with Josh, they went to sit in the car. That was when Josh came over to talk to me.

“So, Jen and Katie tell me that you’re still not feeling very secure, and you feel like you can’t do everything you need to do. Why not?”

That’s what they had been talking about. It made sense then, why they had been talking for so long.

I don’t remember what I told him. I just remember that I was fighting tears as I explained everything.

Josh told me some things that helped. (That’s something else I don’t remember…) When we were done talking, I climbed into the car.

It was painfully obvious that something had happened while I wasn’t in there. Everyone was sitting in silence, something that hadn’t happened since the beginning of the trip. The girls were glaring at the back of the guy’s heads, and the guys were staring off into space.

When I was settled in my spot with my stuff on the floor next to me, I looked around at the guys. Bruce, Ben and Kayce looked pretty normal. But Luke didn’t look happy, and from what I could see of Bobby, he wasn’t happy either.

I leaned around the seat in front of me so I could see Bobby’s face.

“Bobby, are you ok?”

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