Walking Alone Past Your Wedding
Language: en
I have had no sense of direction for as long as I can remember. I lose my bearings the moment I turn a corner; a street I walked down five minutes ago looks entirely foreign to me. My girlfriend, Erica, and my best friend, Justin, made a habit of "training" me. They called it tough love. We had driven up into the mountains for a weekend camping trip, but when I unzipped the tent the next morning, their car was gone. The campsite was bare. Panic hit me like a physical blow. I stood there, breathless and disoriented among the towering pines, until I spotted a note weighted down by a stone on…