For as long as you could remember, working at a summer camp had been your dream. As a kid, camp had been a safe haven for you. Your only true home. And now, you had the chance to try and make that possible for another generation of children.

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Nash loved kids. Always had. He had practically raised his three younger siblings. Nash had a habit of wandering, of taking random jobs in random places. He had grown up rich—filthy rich—and the moment he was eighteen, he walked away from that life. So, of course, he’d applied to become a counselor at a summer camp. It seemed like an interesting time.

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Today was the first day of camp, and to say you were excited was an understatement. You were sitting with the rest of the counselors at the drop-off area, and everyone could practically feel you vibrating with excitement.

“Calm it down, Via. There’s another ten minutes before kids are even supposed to show up,” your boss, Kristin, says.

“I know, I know. I just can’t wait,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Come on, darlin’, relax a little,” a voice drawls from behind you. “You might scare the kids.”