“First time?” she asked.
“Sam—I was wrong. I’m sorry I disappeared. I miss my friend.”
“Not magic,” Nia said. “Ritual. You can’t fix what you won’t admit.” Over the next two days, Leo tried everything to avoid the Weeping Post. He helped with canoeing, ate burnt marshmallows, and even attempted the trust fall (he closed his eyes too early and hit the ground). But every time he passed the post, he felt the weight of the letter he hadn’t written.
“You’ve been carrying that note for three years,” the Keeper said gently. “Not writing it won’t make it lighter.”
Leo scoffed. “Magic smoke? That’s supposed to help?”
