(Isabella)
“Eh,” Lucas shrugged and Sam hit his shoulder.
“Ouch.” He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, turning back to me, “No, not a cult. But I mean, I can see how you thought that. Actually, yeah. That really would make a lot of sense.”
Sam walked up and kneeled before me shaking his head, “Not a cult, no, but.” He looked back at Charlotte, “Harder to explain, probably weirder.”
“Definitely weirder,” Lucas winced.
Charlotte came and placed her hand on Sam’s shoulder, giving me a sympathetic half smile, “This is going to be weird, really weird. It’s hard to explain and I haven’t ever had to explain this to an, uh, outsider.” She sighed and sat next to me, taking my hand. I almost pulled it away but I thought better of it.
“Just tell me,” I sighed, slumping. I was mentally
