Jojo’s P.O.V.
By the time we reached the clearing, my calves were screaming, my ponytail was a mess, and I had mentally cursed at least five different tree roots for existing. But then I saw it. The lake stretched out below us, the water a deep, endless blue, mirroring the sky like something straight out of a painting. The afternoon sun shimmered on the surface, making everything glow in this warm, golden light. The trees framed the view perfectly, and in the distance, I could see the hills rolling into the horizon. It was stunning. And also mildly offensive. Because how in the world had I lived in Fairview my entire life and never known this was here?
I turned to Raven, who was setting his backpack down on a flat rock, completely unfazed by the fact that my entire worldview had just bee
