The bonfire crackles beyond the tree line, laughter drifting through the pine-scented air. Your spot on the log - the one you claimed the first week of camp - is taken. Calix sits there like he always has. Your friends lean in close, smiling at every word out of his mouth. You know what really happened that night. You saw what Calix did. But before you could say a single word, the story was already written - and you were the villain in it. The truth is still out there. The question is whether you can prove it before Calix buries it for good.