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“Going out on the lake at night, all alone.” She was wearing a sparkly pink wetsuit. “Your father is going to FLIP HIS LID.” She smoothed Milo’s hair with her manicured hand. “When he called me, saying he’d lost your signal over the water...” She exhaled, hand on her chest.
My signal? So he really was tracking me... “I was j-just trying to get h-home,” Milo stammered through chattering teeth.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m all right.” I think. “Did you s-see anything weird out here?”
“Weird? No.” She squeezed the water out her hair. “Not until I found you here, flopping around like a dying seal. Why?”
“I—” Milo stopped. Should he tell her? How would he even begin? “Nothing. Forget it.” Deep in thought, he wrapped his arms round her waist. “Let’s go home.”
Kaitlyn sped the jet ski towards the shore,
leaving the ill-fated rowboat to sink into the
depths, joining whatever else lurked below.
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