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But here she was, three months later, stepping off a shuttle into a wall of mountain air so thick with pine and heat that it felt like breathing soup. The Rockies rose around her, ancient and indifferent, while the town of Banff simmered in a record-breaking heatwave. Thirty-seven degrees. In the mountains. Even the elk looked miserable.

Leo tilted his head. “Or maybe you’re just tuned to a different frequency. Some people are. They feel everything more—the heat, the cold, the way the light changes before a storm.” cameron canada hot

The storm broke as they walked back into town, fat raindrops hitting the hot pavement and sending up steam. Cameron didn’t run for cover. She walked right through it, hair plastered to her face, laughing as Leo grabbed her hand and spun her under a shop awning. But here she was, three months later, stepping

“You’re glowing,” Priya said, already holding out a chilled bottle of local cider. “And not in a cute way.” In the mountains

“You’re weird,” she said, but she was smiling.

So when her best friend, Priya, texted her “Banff. August. No excuses.” Cameron had replied with a single emoji: a melting face.