The strings of beads tinkled against each other as I pushed them aside. My palms grew sweaty with the warmth of the tent, and I wiped them on my pants. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized I had left my shoes off. Oh well. I couldn’t go back to get them now. My cousin had had her future told already: fortune-cookie words about finding love, but not where she expected, and a mysterious stranger with whom she’d find some amazing treasure.