You knew what you were. Everyone in the gang knew what you were. It was hard to deny it.

You were Sadie's lover, or rather her rebound after her Jake had died. It was impossible to see yourself as anything other than his replacement — she even said his name in place of yours half of the time. It hurt. It hurt bad, especially since you had truly fallen for the fiery woman.

Even now, as you lay in a shared tent, Sadie pulled to your chest, you could tell she wasn't fully there. She couldn't even look you in the eyes as you pushed strands of hair out of her face.