Chapter 29: Under the Water
Damian worked for twelve minutes straight. His right set of fingers turned black from the carbon pencil. His index finger and thumb ached because his strokes were steady and quick. Black blocks created pictures on the white paper in front of him: an unused lighthouse, a rickety pier, a crescent moon, the choppy lake, a sprawling beach, and a small boat. Words began to appear within the detailed pictures: SHEPPNER, PIER 19, LUCINDA 3, 2AM.
When he was finished sketching he placed the pencil down and admired his work. Damian was out of breath and he was sweating. Both hands shook and his heart raced within his chest. His head felt foggy and he wondered if he could stand. Again, he took in the lighthouse, which was small in size, next to Lake Erie, on a sandy bea
