7
“Gran? Am I crazy or does that mermaid look like me?”
Cynthia shaded her eyes to look at the mermaid kite now climbing into the sky above Eagle Cove. It did look like Skylar. Actually it looked—
She had to hold a hand over her mouth to not scream, but some of it escaped anyway.
In a moment, Skylar was kneeling beside her chair. “Are you okay, Gran? Should I call the doctor? But how am I going to move you? Oh god, I should have gotten that wheelchair. I’m such an i***t—”
Cynthia moved her hand from covering her own mouth to covering her great-granddaughter’s.
She managed only a hoarse whisper. “The kite doesn’t look like you, sweetheart.” She looked at it again in wonder, “It looks like me.”
“But—” Skylar mumbled through Cynthia’s hand.
“Trust me.”
Skylar pulled her hand away, bu
