Celeste
I told them on the back porch, after the house had gone quiet.
It had taken me the whole of the evening to work up to it. I'd come up from the pond with my boots in one hand and my socks soaked to the ankle, the hem of my jeans stiff with cold pond water, my lips still tingling in a way I felt certain was visible from space. I'd gone straight to the guest room and sat on the edge of the bed with the crescent charm warm in my fist and stared at the wall. The wall had a hairline crack running up from the baseboard. I'd followed it with my eyes four times.
Be honest, I'd told myself. Whatever it costs. Be honest.
Then dinner had happened, a noisy, steaming, ordinary dinner, with Ivy complaining that someone had stolen the recipe box and Rhett swearing he'd never touched it and Tob
