Three days have passed, and Axel still hasn't shown up. Amelia hasn't stopped mourning since.
“Do you want us to look for Reese?” I asked her the other day when I invited her to go swimming.
We both wore our swimsuits: I had on a one-piece, while she wore a two-piece. A faint smile appeared on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes.
She gave a small smile and gently shook her head. “I have faith in him. I know he'll come back.”
I sighed and decided not to bring up the topic again.
As we swam, I couldn't help but watch her. She moved through the water mechanically, her usual grace and energy replaced by a heavy sadness. I wished I could do more to help her, to ease her pain, but I knew this was something she had to process in her own time. The water offered a brief respite, a moment of
