“Radiance reflected on the lake’s surface. It swirled and sparked and sang. So temptin. So very tantalizing. It called, cajoled. Lindy couldn’t resist. Her little legs broke the water, barely feeling the chill. The early morning mist whispered nothing of danger, only tranquility. The hem of Lindy’s nightie dipped in the water, dampening and sticking to her skin. But she didn’t notice. She noticed nothing by the water and its growing swirl.” – Emily Kinney