At first glance, I was sure that it was a clear-cut case of some stupid rich kid, feeling invincible, overconfident, running away to a wilderness where he had no business being.
I was wrong.
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The Molted Skin of Childhood
He had gone away years before. Away, as in not there, not where Miranda was, not around when she needed him—or someone, anyone—to be in her corner.
Aly Writes 