"I can't believe you're finally here." She sounds almost, shocked? I hesitate then say "Are you still coming with me?" I tried to sound confident but there was a hint of insecurity in it that I hope she didn't notice. She looks to the ground and thinks but let's out her answer that shows no sign of uncertainty. "Yes" she tells me. Everything that happened this past summer, and every summer before, has lead to this. To now.