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Heather's POV:

*I'm sitting by yellow lake. Our lake. Mom is probably looking for me, I don't care. I might get punished. But dad will defend me. I know he will.

I'm thinking. But someone touches my shoulder. I turn. Sheridan!

I smile and stand up to hug him. I'm only ten but I believe I love him. Though I don't really understand how love works.

"I bought you something," he says and hands me a packet of cinnamon biscuits. My favorites.

"Thank you," I kiss his cheek. He smiles. We both redden.

"Wanna swim?" he asks.

"No, you go. I'll sit and watch."

"Okay."

He takes off his...