TRUE-LIFE
Walking into the staff meeting on my first day, I was 10 minutes late. But I wasn’t flustered, more excited, as my eyes darted around the room.
Looking for the handsome face I’d spotted on my mate’s Facebook page.
Please be here, I thought, my heart racing.
It was July 2017, I was 16, and spending the summer working as a counsellor at Christian camp.
I’d been going there since I was little.
This year was my first time overseeing the younger kids.
And an old camp pal had let slip that her brother Wayne, then 17, was a counsellor this year too.
I’d never met him, but
