lizzie liked to think she had healed.

it had been years since it all. since caoimhe’s death. since mark’s arrest. since lizzie’s downward spiral. since court. since… it all.

and she liked to think that she was past it, to some degree. liked to think that she was healed, that the past didn’t weigh her down anymore. she was safe on her medication, and she was happily married with hughie.

she’s thirty now, and that world seems lives away.

she’s happily married, has a lovely home and a job she loves. shes surrounded by friends and surrounded by love and she doesn’t think she needs anything else in life.

and then she notices things. she knows she’s hyper vigilant, there’s no way she can’t be after everything, but there’s small things she notices.

a young girl. a teenager.

watching.

at the supermarket. at the library. at the rugby field when she goes to watch her nephews match.

half of lizzie thinks it’s her bipolar. she even questions whether she’s manic, debating whether or not to up her dosage.

because the girl, you, look too much like caoimhe. like her sister.

and that scares lizzie.

she mentions it to hughie, who seems concerned, but he tells lizzie that he’ll keep an eye on it.

but lizzie can’t help but feel on edge.