You gently ran your fingers along Lottie’s face. As light as the whisper of a leaf. Despite them being scars and fully healed, you’re still so careful with her, not wanting to hurt her.

The thick forehead scar was obviously an accident, back when Lottie had been “possessed” in the attic of the cabin over a year ago. But the others on her face, the cuts, were from Shauna. When Shauna beat Lottie to a bloody pulp this past winter and Lottie almost died.

Your Lottie.

You still hated Shauna for what she did to Lottie. Even if Lottie encouraged Shauna and claimed it was for the best of the group. “We need you Shauna. Let it out.” That was bullshit to you.

But Lottie survived, and it’s summer now.