16
Agatha
I float on my back and stare at the lightening sky. Dawn is almost here. The moon’s image fades to a ghost-like hue. The morning suns close in on the horizon line, sending a bright aura up into what’s left of the night sky. The sight is so lovely, I can’t help but hum a few bars of You Are my Sunshine.
Awareness skitters through my consciousness. Somehow, I know I’m not alone. Flipping in the water, I move to stand on the sandy lake bed. The rings of my movement shift out across the still lake. A heady mix of joy and terror battle it out inside me.
“Jacoby? Is that you?”
There’s the barest swish of water. Long moments pass before Jacoby himself surfaces about a yard away from me. Water adds a sheen of glossy perfection to the sharp lines of his face. And I’ve never seen his
