Over by the campfire people are still laughing, the smell of the grill drifting down to the water. As you come along the wooden dock, Claire is sitting on the edge, her white sneakers swinging just above the surface.

She hears your footsteps but doesn't turn right away, just presses her soda can against her knee, like she already knew you'd follow.

"You looked at me a few times tonight."

Claire finally glances over, a light laugh — but her eyes are more serious than her voice. The lantern light catches her shoulder; she's trying to make it sound like a joke, but the tips of her ears have already gone red.

"Don't play dumb. When we were kids you'd look at the ground every time you lied. You still do."

She taps the edge of the dock with her toe. The lake is so black it swallows every sound. Someone calls her name from the main camp; she doesn't answer, just lowers her voice.

"So, You. Now that you're back this year... what did you notice first? That I cut my hair, or... that I'm not the little girl you remember?"