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feet. “I think I know where she is.”
    “How?” Holly said, then added, “Where?”
    I wasn’t sure how to answer without giving my secret away. “Just stay here, okay? Watch my group for a minute?”
    She looked completely exasperated but didn’t have any other option. I took off in a sprint across the camp grounds toward the woods. I got really far down the path and still hadn’t spotted the girl. My own heart was beginning to race and I couldn’t imagine how freaked Holly had to be getting.
    Just when I was ready to give up and have her call in the search party and put the camp on lock down, which was our emergency procedure even though I doubt it had ever been used, I spotted a bright red sleeve behind a tree.
    “Zoe?”
    No response. I crossed the path and shoved some bushes out of my way and found the little girl leaning against the tree, sound asleep. I groaned when I saw what one of her legs and part of her right arm rested on.
    “Zoe…wake up!” I shook her shoulder lightly and her eyes peeled open. “Come on…let’s get out of the woods, okay?”
    She nodded and stood up, still disoriented with sleep. I gripped her hand tightly all the way back to the Arts and Crafts house. Holly was pacing back and forth, biting her fingernails.
    “Oh my God! Where did you find her?!” She picked up the little girl and hugged her like she was a long lost relative. “Are you okay, Zoe?”
    I was already uncomfortable with the events of the afternoon and the last thing I needed was Holly asking questions or giving apologies for normal human mistakes. I snapped my fingers, instructing my kids to line up. “Well…we’re late for our kickball game against Brook’s group. I’ll see you later.”
    Holly looked like she wanted to say something, but I didn’t give her a chance.
    On the way back to camp that afternoon, I was surprised when Holly slid into the seat next to me. I shrugged at Adam, who was farther down the aisle and he quickly picked a different seat, sharing with one of the older campers.
    “So…” Holly said, turning to face me. “Apparently Zoe is fascinated with butterflies and chased them into the woods.”
    “Really?”
    “And apparently she habitually takes afternoon naps.” Holly leaned her head against the seat, letting out a huge breath. “Thank you…for helping me…for keeping me from losing my job. This is a lot different than teaching gymnastics classes. A lot more things can go wrong.”
    “You’ll get better. It’s just the first day, don’t sweat it. Seriously.” I turned my head to face her and got a good look at her eyes. Something I didn’t get to see up close very often. The ice blue color swirled with the white. She looked so pretty and vulnerable, I wanted to freeze her just like this and stare at her for hours without it being weird.
    “I’ve never been so tired in my life,” she said, keeping her eyes on mine. “But I think I get it…why you love this place…the job…even if you don’t really need it. There were several moments today where I stopped and thought…wow…these kids are probably going to remember this experience ten years from now. Or maybe they’ll go home and feel a little more like a normal person.”
    “That’s what it was like for me,” I said. “Camp was the kids’ world and home was a grown ups’ world. Everything at home and even school for kids like me is about acting older…proper etiquette…formal…life is so formal. And at camp you can get dirty and sweaty and win ribbons for kicking your best friend’s ass at water balloon tosses…sing stupid songs about tree frogs…what’s not to like?”
    She smiled. “Were your parents pretty strict when you were a kid?”
    “My dad’s not too bad…he’s a little old school about a lot of stuff, but he would never have acted like Hunter’s mom, if that’s what you mean…he wouldn’t have bragged about a nanny teaching me Hungarian or whatever.” I thought about how to