The water caught the sun like a thousand tiny mirrors, broken only by the slow arc of his arm slicing through the surface. She hadn’t meant to stop. Just a walk, she told herself. Just air, trees, and a bit of time alone after the suffocating politeness of another garden party she hadn't really wanted to attend. But then she’d heard the splash. Marianne stood just beyond the edge of the clearing, half-hidden behind a haze...