Chapter Thirty-Three
Walter grunted as he stroked the paddle in the lake. The sun had dipped behind the stands of tall fir trees that lined the lakeshore. The last of the daylight would be gone soon.
Bryce glanced over his shoulder at his house standing amongst the green trees and the water lapping the sandy beach in front. He looked up at the pale half moon hovering in the purple and orange sky overhead. The canoe rocked gently when a light breeze washed over them.
He lost his grip on his paddle and it splashed into the water. He tried to grab it but missed and it was soon behind the canoe, lost in the dusk.
“Dad, I lost the paddle,” said Bryce forlornly.
“I heard,” said Walter with a sigh. “I should have listened to the little voice in my head warning me not to leave home with
