The Woman by the Water
POV: Diana
She stood by the lake again.
Same woman. Same stillness.
The early morning fog wrapped around her like a veil. She didn’t move. Didn’t shift. Her figure was more suggestion than substance more presence than person.
And on her wrist, I saw it again clear even through the mist.
The spiral.
Burned into her skin like it had always belonged there.
My hand gripped the edge of the window. My heart slammed once hard enough to make my ribs ache.
Then I blinked.
She was gone.
Not a ripple on the lake. Not a footstep.
Just empty shore as though she had never been there at all.
I stood there for a long moment breath caught halfway to a scream.
But I said nothing.
Not to Cameron.
Not yet.
Because somehow, it felt like if I spoke her presence aloud, it
