“I still can’t believe this is happening. I thought your name was Mac. I assumed it was short for MacKenzie or MacDonald or something.” “Mac is Cam spelled backwards,” I clarify. “Oh. So it is. But you’re not Mac. You’re a real person, and you’re here. In my chalet. I never thought you’d read those messages, far less turn up in my actual life. It’s awkward as fuck.” “I don’t think it’s awkward.”
