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On the top bunk bed, Uncle Colton sat beside his wife, my Aunt Natalia, the owner of Camp Rees and Maddy's mom. She had a messy chop of blonde hair and a long scar running down her cheek. Swinging her legs over the side of the bunk, her bright eyes met Colton's darkened gaze.
He appeared angry, but then again, that was his usual expression.
Below them, on the ground, my mom sat on a black trunk, nervously munching on a baggie of trail mix. I could tell she was anxious.
My mom tugged at my dad's crew-neck shirt, silently urging him to sit as well. However, he shook his head and leaned against the post of another bunk bed, arms crossed and eyes filled with daggers.
I shifte
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