Kerri had no memory of leaving Muskoka or her father’s arrest. Her last conscious thoughts were of how safe she felt when Lee wrapped around her at night to keep her warm and how the scar on her arm from the sparkler was going to look like a constellation of stars.
After that, there was nothing but the Wendigo.
Four days after the burn, during the morning callisthenics their father insisted on, Kerri had collapsed. Amos thought she was faking. When he unbandaged her burn and saw pus-filled, angry red skin, he just thought she was weak.
“Not meant for survival.”
Though it was still unclear what Amos had meant by these words, Lee had thought the worst. He tried to feed Kerri willow bark and whatever else he could find in the first aid kit. When nothing worked, he plotted to leave the for
