There’s so much information and misinformation out there, a person could get really tied up trying to plan for all the contingencies. The fact that my body took over because my brain was traumatized, honestly, seems like the best case scenario. 

Until I think about Eli.

And that’s when I finally sit up and reach around in the growing darkness for a blanket. I feel a little sore and I think suddenly how good it would feel to sink into the cold lake, to rinse off physically and figuratively. To float and look up at the moon and try to re-anchor myself to something real.

“I could really go for a swim.” Luke’s voice sounds sleepy and nervous. I pull the blanket up around my chest and look down at him in the dusk. His face is shadowed, but I can tell he is...

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