Nicole, Lily, and myself all stand huddled together behind Seth and Damien. It is a cold afternoon, cloudy but not yet raining, leaves blowing violently around us in cyclone-like spirals. The trees are almost bare. Autumn has settled in. Right around the corner you can sense winter approaching quickly. Something in the chill of the zephyr. Canada is known for its winters for a reason. They are brutal. Fall, luckily, is beautiful. Neutral.
Today doesn't feel much like a beautiful day. Nor does it feel neutral. Anxiety and anger hang heavy in the air. Seth and I didn't breathe a word to each other this morning. Nicole, Lily, and myself haven't spoken to each other either. Instinctively we clotted together, shoulders glued, teeth chattering in each other's ears.
Seth holds a sharp knife,
