Ryder awoke early the next morning, the sky still tinged with the pink hues of dawn. The anticipation of the evening’s events buzzed in his mind. He moved quietly through the trailer, careful not to wake Wren, who was sprawled out on the fold-out couch. Ryder started a pot of coffee and took a quick shower, the hot water washing away the remnants of sleep. Dressed in his favorite Wranglers and a plain black t-shirt, he poured himself a large mug of coffee and stepped outside, inhaling the crisp Tennessee air.
The campground was slowly coming to life. Ryder unfolded his camping chair and settled down, savoring the rich aroma and warmth of his coffee. He watched the horizon, the morning light spreading across the landscape, painting the world in soft pastels. After about half an hour of sol
