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“We weren’t alone.”

“No.”

A noise comes from behind me.

Soft and wet.

I turn.

The extra finger on my hand moves. Not because I moved it.

By itself.

It curls inward.

Once. Twice.

Then scratches a single letter into my palm.

R

I scream.

August grabs my wrist.

The finger keeps moving.

E

Then…

M

Blood wells beneath the nail.

August goes pale. “Lenora...”

The finger scratches faster.

E M B E R

It stops.

My hand trembles.

August stares at the word carved into my skin.

REMEMBER.

Then every light in the apartment goes out.

Chapter 6- August

REMEMBER.

The word carved into Lenora’s palm is still bleeding when the lights go out.

For one second, neither of us moves.