R4: Resonate

It didn't resonate. As her mother lit up with the family's "one big trip" to the Grand Canyon, and how "Sloaney" was afriad of the donkeys," Sloane knew she was supposed to swoon. Toward this memory, sun-shot, familial, rustically warm. But it meant nothing. That trip, she'd been obsessed with a boy named Jared who was staying in the neighboring tent. She'd spent a week twinging every time they neared the campsite, sunburned, her nails bit to the quick.