Clara’s father told her once, when she was small, that every town has a secret. Not the kind you tell, he said. The kind you keep. He’d pointed to the water, black as ink under a new moon. That’s our secret, Clary. That’s the safe.
The first thing you notice about Baysafe isn’t the water. It’s the silence. baysafe
The water ripples from the center outward, as if something has smiled. Clara’s father told her once, when she was
Then she hears it. A soft, wet sound. Like a mouth opening. Like a long, patient breath. Clara’s father told her once