"I know," she said. "That's the problem. I kept sliding away, and you kept being right here. Waiting. That's not love, Kit. That's a haunting."
Late autumn. A remote lake house in the Pacific Northwest. Rain slicks the deck. The wooden slide, now moss-covered and treacherous, curves from the upper cliff into the dark water below. SCENE ONE: THE ARRIVAL Aila Donovan stood at the edge of the broken dock, her breath fogging in the cold. She hadn't been back here in seven years. Not since the night everything slid apart. MissaX.21.02.12.Aila.Donovan.Kit.Mercer.Slide.P...
"You almost fell off the scaffolding," she said. "I had to grab your belt. You laughed. I thought you were going to pull us both down." "I know," she said