"The first time I had a camera in my hands - a real camera - was out here, on a night much like tonight. Do you remember?"
Lexi didn't look at Zach in the driver's seat, her gaze trained instead on the small crowd milling around a bonfire on the banks of Hope Springs. "Of course I remember."
It had been her camera. A gift from her father that was supposed to be some kind of apology for not keeping it in his pants and destroying their family. Completely new in town, starting over again, with two whole months before she began high school, her mom had dropped her at a similar bonfire, with a promise to come back for her after an hour.
"I need you to try, mija."