Chapters (28)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Contents
- Paris, France
- Part 1
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Amsterdam, The Netherlands
- Part 2
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Part 3
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Sarah Addison Allen
- About the Author
- Copyright
Kate smiled as she looked out the window again. Devin was still on the dock, the cypress knee in one hand, her other hand up, shielding her eyes from the light as she looked across the lake. She was wearing her green bathing suit, white shorts, and a blue polka-dot capelet. She looked like a pint-size superhero on watch.
Kate turned back to Bulahdeen, only to find she’d stretched out on the couch and had fallen asleep with the plate on her stomach. Kate continued to clean, wiping off table surfaces and combing the dust out of pillow tassels.
The rumbling outside stopped, and the sudden silence left a buzz in her ears.
“Selma will be so disappointed now,” Bulahdeen said, her eyes still closed. “There’s one less thing for her to complain about.”
Kate started to respond, but she suddenly felt dizzy.
She grabbed the back of a chair. She thought she heard a splash, and there was a sensation of darkness behind her eyes. She looked to Bulahdeen, but the old lady hadn’t moved. What was happening? She tasted lake water in the back of her throat and felt a clamminess along her skin. She wiped her face, and her hand came away wet, with tiny grains of silt. She’d never experienced anything like it before.
She went to the window and looked out again. Devin was gone.
She ran out of the house to the lawn and looked around, panicked without any reasonable explanation why.
Wes had just gotten out of his van. The dust he’d stirred up from the driveway was settling around them like flour.
“Devin,” Kate said to him. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know. Why? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I think…” That’s when it occurred to her. “The cypress knees!”
In the few seconds it took Kate to turn, Wes had shot off like a stone from a slingshot, down to the lake and around the trail. It didn’t take long for her to catch up with him. He didn’t hesitate when he reached the group of cypress knees and jumped into the water and vanished.
You can’t save everything. Wes’s words echoed in her head.
Through the murky water, Kate thought she could see the billowing of Devin’s blue capelet. She lost her breath when it floated to the surface without her. But almost immediately after, Wes broke through the water. Devin had her arms around his neck, and she began to cough. Kate’s knees gave out as Wes walked out of the water with her and handed her over to Kate.