I’m surprised the water hasn’t been able to take her away by now. The high tide usually swallows everything whole under the moon’s command. My contemplation is interrupted though. She’s staring at me as if I am an animal, a murderer, or something like that.
“What did you do with him?” she screams. The veins in her throat are pronounced while the sound rips through her windpipe.
I smile and say hello.