I touched my collarbone, my fingers tracing the silver chain of the necklace he had given me after the girls were born.
The twins started to fuss at the same time, a rising chorus of high-pitched demands that filled the kitchen.
I put the phone on the counter, face down, but the image of the gray water stayed in my mind.
At noon, the heat inside the suburban ranch home was rising, even with the central air conditioner humming in the hallway.
I was measuring scoops of powder into two clean bottles when the phone vibrated against the tile counter.
It was a text from Theo, Brandon’s buddy from the warehouse.
Hey Amy, just checking in. Glad Summer is there to help you with the girls. Let us know if you need anything from the bait shop.
I stopped the plastic scoop mid-air, a few grains of white powder drifting down onto the counter.
Summer was in Ocala, thirty miles away, working her shift at the dental office.
