The Butterfly

Everyone besides Chad seems well rested, happy…like they’re ready to move on to the newest task and forget about the night around the fire.

The newest task seems like it’s about to start as Sanders shows up still wearing that godforsaken turkey hat; how the man is not roasting under it, I will never understand.

“Welcome, everyone. We’re starting a new practice that we haven’t done here yet at Camp Haven. This is a play on musical chairs.”

“Ha, you called it,” I whisper to Scottie.

“But instead of musical chairs, this is called sensual chairs.”

Uh-­oh.

That doesn’t sound like a game for two people pretending to be married.

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