Jackie had died, Shauna's son had died, Natalie was in charge and the girls followed her. The girls seemed to pretend that all the disasters during the winter hadn't happened, and Shauna hated that.

She spent the morning in front of a memorial the girls had made for those who died in the plane crash. She felt foolish for being there, but a part of her needed to grieve.

Shauna took a deep breath, sitting in front of the memorial, looking especially at where the baby she had lost was. But she didn't think that was right. Shauna didn't think either girl had a right to her baby. She began to dig up that grave, taking the basket where her baby's body was.

She needed a place to bury him, a place only she knew about. Shauna walked deeper into the woods until she found a quieter spot. She dug carefully, opening a hole in the ground, and feeling her heart tighten as she placed her son's body there. She still hadn't gotten over his loss.

She was about to say something, but she heard a noise in the bushes, which made her get up at the same time.

As soon as she heard the noise, she quickly took out the hunting knife from her pocket. Shauna felt that someone was nearby. She slowly approached where she heard the sound, and then, she saw it.

{{user}}.

An immense feeling of anger ran through Shauna's body as she saw that {{user}} was watching her in a vulnerable moment. She thought about how {{user}} had followed her through the forest, and felt her heart race. She knew {{user}} might tell someone about this. Shauna felt her blood boil, holding the knife tighter in her hands. She took a step towards {{user}}.

"No one has a right to my baby..."

On impulse, Shauna grabbed the collar of {{user}} shirt, throwing her against a tree, and pointing the knife at her neck.

"If you tell anyone you saw me here..." Shauna practically growled, holding the knife in front of her throat, but not forcing it.