“What? No.” I let out a sigh. “Listen, I have to make this quick, because I only have ten minutes, but after our session, we went back to our cabin. I thought we’d nailed it, you know, convincing the therapist that we had a lot of issues, and when I started talking to Scottie about it, she withdrew, which made it seem like she’d experienced the things we were complaining about. I know you probably want to keep your relationship with her confidential, but…did she go through a bad breakup or something? That was the kind of impression I got.”

He’s silent for a moment. “She didn’t tell you?”

“Didn’t tell me what?” I ask.

He sighs and then says, “She’s divorced, man.”

“Wait, what?” I stand taller. “Divorced?”

“Yeah. That’s what brought her to New York City. She met him in college, got married young, and then a few months ago, the divorce was final. She was in Ohio but came here to make something of herself, to start a new chapter.”

“Fuck, really?” I drag my hand over my face, guilt consuming me, because here I thought we were just having fun. I had no idea that she was pulling from experience. “I–I had no idea.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you. She didn’t mention it at all?”

“No, this is the first I’m hearing of it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought she would have told you when you first met. But yeah, if you guys were going at it today, she probably had flashbacks. She and Matt, they weren’t…well, they weren’t connected in the end. A lot of fighting. A lot of distrust. A lot of anger.”

“What happened?” I ask.

“That’s not my story to tell,” Mika answers. “But I will say this. She might act like she’s tough, but I know deep down, she’s still hurting. Being at this camp, around married couples, acting like her marriage is failing, it can’t be easy on her.”

“Shit,” I say, rubbing my palm over my eye. “Okay, I, uh, I need to go find her.”

“Hey, Wilder,” Mika says before I can hang up.

“Yeah?”

“Be careful with her, okay? She needs a good guy on her side.”

“You don’t have to say it twice,” I answer. “Love you, Mika.”

“Love you, Wilder.”

I hang up the phone and head out of the booth with one thing on my mind: finding Scottie.

The day has gotten away from me. After hours upon hours in a therapy session, we are now closing in on dinner time as I walk around camp looking for Scottie, trying to act casual, like I’m just walking off the intense session I had with my wife, even though deep down inside, I’m desperate to find Scottie.