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Hands held her down, forcing her just below the water’s surface. If she could just roll over and push up a few inches, she’d be able to breathe. But the hands were too strong. When she was first shoved downward, she had flipped right-side up and almost saw the face. But the water rippled each time she jerked against those hands, so she could never see it clearly.
Let me go! she screamed, the cry a gurgle letting water in, filling her mouth and throat.
She struggled, but she was growing weak. Her heavy eyelids drooped, pushing against the water as they started to close, exhaustion overtaking her. She stopped the fight and stilled, her hair fanning out around her. The hands relented too, easing their grip until they finally released. Her body drifted, sinking, close to the sandy bottom. She gasped, but there was no more oxygen left.
Her eye wiggled at something black ahead. She watched it stupidly. Her brain was dying. The blob rolled in the water, lolling along the steadying waves. It neared her pallid face and then shot suddenly for a brief moment before dying there in front of her wiggling eye. She saw what it was.
Feeling returned to her limbs then and she jerked away, screaming.
“Mommy!” she cried, tearing her eyes open. The little girl sat up, flinging her legs over the side of the bed.
Chapter One
“Grace Township,” Desmond Howard nodded, clearing his throat for the tenth time in the last three minutes. “It’s a beauty of a town. The simple life, that’s what you’ve found.” He cleared his throat again, making Kara Tameson grumble inwardly, If this guy doesn’t stop doing that…
As he paused to wipe sweat from his forehead with a tissue, Kara glanced at her husband, John. But John’s focus was on the printout in front of him: a black-and-white photograph of the house they were buying with its property description and a crude drawing of the boundary map below.
“I like to encourage folks to buy when the opportunity presents itself. Owning property has been the American dream since America began.” Desmond’s wormy lips curled before he cleared his throat again.
Eleven, Kara counted, trying to keep her smile in place.
Desmond continued, his voice too loud for the boxy conference room, “I could go into facts about why purchasing is wiser than renting, but now, ahem, that you’ve settled on the house on Seter Lane…” He wadded up the tissue and dropped
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First published June 10, 2019