JUNE 2018 “Walker!” Elliot called from the porch. Oh shit, I thought; I’d forgotten about the camping trip. “Hang on!” I threw my shirt on and ran down to let him in. When I opened the door, there he was looking up at me and shaking his head. Orange rays peeked behind him over the trees. “I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one,” he said. He huffed before giving me a grin. “Eh, we all make mistakes,” I said, shrugging it off. Elliot followed me up to my room and sat on my bed while I casually tossed some clothes into a backpack. “Why’d you sleep in, anyways?” He fiddled with the strap of his duffel. “I dunno, I guess I just forgot we were leaving today.” “Oh.” He looked down at his feet. “Sorry, man. But, hey! We’re still going, so that’s good,” I said.…