"Lucie!" Emma shouts. "Someone call the police!"

I'm shaking as my fingers dial 911. Emma and Spencer and most of the rest of the party from Cal are now surrounding the body. They're all holding out their phones, flashlight features illuminating the grotesque scene.

Lucie is face-up on the sand, still wearing a knee-length tunic, wet, as is her long hair, splayed over her face. Eyes open, bulging, empty and knowing but ultimately lifeless. I walk away, phone pressed to my ear, and my girls follow.

"I'm in shock," Elise whispers, arms wrapped around herself, but still shivering.

"I think we all are," Larissa says.

After I give the operator the details about our location, Larissa, Elise and I rejoin the others. Everyone's really distra...

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