As I walked away from the campfire, unable to stop my emotions from flooding in, I felt someone run up behind me and wrap their arms around me.
It was the friend who had first noticed Idina's absence, all those months back when Idina had gone to Arizona.
This other friend, who I'll call Juniper (which is actually an inside joke between the two of us), just stood there and hugged me for a long time. I didn't know how she knew anything was wrong, but I wasn't about to complain.
"How did you know anything was wrong?" I finally asked.
Juniper led me inside, where we sat on some secluded steps, eating pizza and pretzels and drinking Mountain Dew. "I could just tell something was wrong," she said. A mark of true friendship.
And for the first time in ages, I finally knew I'd come home.