Lucy
There were no fishermen at dawn. It was the last morning, so it was for packing trunks and loading cars. Lilith and I had changed into dry nightgowns. We had covered the scratches on her face with makeup as best we could. Now we lay together in my bed, waiting. As the air warmed, we heard the first risers open their doors and greet one another. A wind rose, filling the morning with whispers.
At last we heard Mother cry out: Emily? Lilith’s arms tightened around me as Mother ran first to the room where Father slept and then to ours. Mother’s eyes were dark, as though her pupils had eaten the blue of her irises, and I could see the knowledge there. She knew already that Emily would not be found in the house, at the beach, or under the lodge. She knew already that she was lost. All tha
