Late one night she whispered me awake.
This was long before they came for Her – before Reverend Sanders and his boy pinned me down and prayed the words over me and ripped Her straight from my soul. It was during the best years, back when I was thirteen and it was just me and Her always, and I thought it always would be.
Lucy Black didn’t like her new house, and she had told her mother as much. Her complaints fell on deaf ears; her mother, Julia, was going through a divorce and insisted that they were lucky to find such a nice, lakeside house, especially at such a short notice.
Of course, had Julia seen the little girl that lived in the lake, she might have reconsidered.