Stefani Davis, Biscayne Bay, Florida
Stefani Davis, Biscayne Bay, Florida
I leaned back, bracing my weight on stiff upper arms as the sailboat cut through the waves. At least once a month I made time, with my friends Carmen and Henry, to spend an afternoon on the water. Now that both my mom and my twin sister had mated Atlan Warlords, and my mother had actually moved to another planet, I spent a lot of time alone. Too much time.
A twin without their twin was a sad, pathetic thing. Out on the water was the only time I felt alive anymore. And free.
Lifting my face to the sun, I let out a loud whoop. “I love sailing!”
Sitting right next to me on the bow of the forty-footer, Carmen laughed. “Me, too.”
Henry handed us both another margarita and settled on a folded towel next to Carmen as
