I call out a goodbye to Blake and Raquel. Then, without warning and with Macey’s arm still linked through mine, I veer left with her toward the lake.
“What are you doing, Logan?” she asks suspiciously. “I’m not dressed for a swim.”
“Let’s put our feet in.”
We make our way down the sloped grass toward the water’s edge. Macey sits down, kicks off her sandals, and sticks her cute bare feet with her pink painted toenails straight into the water.
“Feels so good.” She pulls out her elastic and shakes her hair loose around her shoulders.
I take off my boots and join her at the edge of the lake.
The rest of the town disappears as I feel myself relax into the stillness of the lake. Next to me, Macey exhales like she’s feeling the same way. For the next few minutes, we sit in a comfortable silence broken only by the honking geese nearby.
Until—
“Macey!!!!”
The gut-wrenching scream is coming from behind us.
And we both recognize the voice.
