Evgeniya
“I do not think I could ever accept another, not after Heathe-”
“Dad?” I shook my father’s arm, confused as to why he had stopped, not only, mid-sentence, but mid-stride.
And growling, in a low rumbling timbre? What had he seen? He was frigid in his stance.
I followed his line of sight to the lakeshore… to my friend Lucy… who turned her head away from gazing out at the early morning mist upon the water’s surface to stare wide-eyed back at my father.
‘...Oh snap,’ Evva looked on in my mind, stunned even more so than I.
What strange universe had I slipped into? My father and my friend? My best friend of five years, with whom I shared everything, who was also a year younger than me? And just to confirm this bizarre turn of events, I heard my father mutter ‘mate’ under his brea
