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The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the office, courtesy of Grace, his coworker. However, the sweet scent did little to alleviate the knot in Liam’s stomach. Grace had been telling stories about Camp Whispering Pines, including the time someone had set fire to the counselor’s cabin.

He knew who had done it.

He found himself avoiding her, his responses clipped and curt. He avoided looking in her direction. Her mere presence was a constant reminder. When she offered him a cookie, he declined, his voice flat. He turned his back, staring at the wall.