Twenty-four hours later and I've completed the circle that connects me and Sammy as if by a silver cord, returning to the place where I made my promise.
Camp Ashpit is exactly how I left it, which means there is no Camp Ashpit, just a dirt road cutting through woods interrupted by a mile-wide emptiness where Camp Ashpit used to be, the ground harder than steel and bare of everything, even the tiniest weed or blade of grass or dead leaf. Of course, it's winter, but somehow I don't think when springtime comes this Other-made clearing will blossom like a meadow.
I point to a spot on our right. "That's where the barracks was. I think. It's hard to tell without any point of reference except the road. Over there the storage shed. Back that way the ash pit, and farther back the ravine."
Evan shakes his head with wonder. "There's nothing left." He stamps his foot on the rock-hard ground.
"Oh yeah, there is. I'm left."