Undertow Curl cotton a witness to midnight confidences

a witness to midnight confidences

Three fragments of a bond between equals

placing a document on the table with more force than necessary

She lines the broken candy pieces along the edge of a stone

and profoundly arcane

Undertow Curl cotton a witness to midnight confidencesThe basin rocks with the slow pull of the tide, wedged between two crates that still smell of wet powder. Inez braces it with her hip and dips the necklace under, thumb working along the links where salt has dried stiff and sharp. Theres blood caught between the rings, not much, just enough to cling. She scrubs it loose with the edge of her nail, glancing once toward the stern where voices still carry Anne arguing over the split, sharp as ever, the