Signal Found

Finally got a weak signal near the ridge. Posting from my phone.

If anyone reads this — tell my mom I’m sorry.

We tried to leave, but the trail isn’t there anymore. It loops. Sakda’s compass spins. He said the forest doesn’t remember paths when it rains.

Last night, I heard Pete’s voice outside the tent. He was saying my name, calm, like he was trying not to wake the others.

But when I stepped out, the sound came from the water — not across, not from the trees. From underneath.

There’s another me by the water.

I don’t think we can leave.