IZABEL
Izabel and Miriam stood cloaked in morning fog beneath the centuries-old, weathered
oak at Killebrew Lake. Draped with their hooded shawls, they could have been two
witches gathered around a cauldron. No less mysterious were the circumstances that
Izabel knew it was time to reveal.
“Sorry I called you on such short notice. And so early. But it’s time for the whole
truth, and you’re the only one I can trust.” Izabel’s eyes filled with tears and
she wrapped her arms tightly around her body, as if her insides might fall out at
any moment.
Miriam placed an arm around Izabel’s shoulders and nodded her silver-haired head,
encouraging the young woman to continue. A great horned owl hooted in the distance.
“I guess I’ll start with the basics. My name isn’t really Izabel, but my g
