She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Linnea sees things that aren’t there.

How can Fender say things like that? Why didn’t I stand up to him?

He made me out to be some kind of fantasist.

I walk to the hot tub, which is all the way at the back of the room. Kate and Lucas jumped right into the pool, but I want to be alone for a while. The hot tub is the perfect place, hidden behind tropical plants.

I go down the steps into the hot tub and lower myself into the water. The bubbles aren’t on, but I enjoy the warm water.

Why do I let that guy get to me? I know what I saw. Fender really does have a tic.

Behind me, I hear a scraping sound, like someone just bumped into a lounger.

“Lucas?” When I turn around, I don’t see anyone. “Kate?”

No reaction.

Then the bubbles start and my voice disappears into the noise.

I lie back and close my eyes, breathing in deep the scent of lavender.

I’m not going to let Fender ruin my weekend. The Riverside is a place I’ve always wanted to go, and I’d like to enjoy it one hundred percent. I’ll just ignore him for the rest of the weekend if I have to. After all, that’s what he does to me.

The bubbles are soothing. Briefly, the thought of Fender fades into the background. This is such a luxury. I’d love to stay in here all weekend.

But then I get this weird tingling sensation on the back of my head. It’s exactly the same feeling I had in the park and at the stoplight. The feeling that I’m being watched…

“Lucas? Kate?”

I stand up and climb out of the hot tub. The wet tiles feel cold under my bare feet. My braid drips down my back.

“Guys,” I shout, much louder now. I feel vulnerable in my wet bikini.

I see a shadow dart away by the lounge chairs.

“Very funny, Lucas,” I call. “But I saw you. The joke’s over.”

Then there’s a clattering sound. What was that? The door to the changing rooms is swinging back and forth, like someone just ran through them.

“What are you shouting about?”

I spin around and find myself looking into the faces of Kate and Lucas.

“Something wrong?”

It wasn’t Lucas. Can’t have been. He’s coming from a completely different direction.

The image of the bike with the big headlight flashes into my mind. What if I was right about what I saw at the stoplight?

Linnea sees things that aren’t there.

I look at the door again. There was a shadow. I’m sure there was. And whoever it was ran away, like they were afraid I’d see them.