Chapter 1: The Girl By The Water
“Still playing country girl?””
The words floated across the quiet lake before Naomi Carter even turned around.
She already knew who it was.
The sharp laugh that followed was impossible to mistake.
Naomi sat on her folding chair at the edge of Willow Creek Lake, her fishing rod resting between her fingers, her worn boots pressed into the damp grass. The morning had been peaceful until five minutes ago. The kind of peaceful she rarely found anywhere else.
The lake was her escape.
No arguments.
No rumors.
No people pretending to know who she was.
Just the sound of water moving against the shore and the occasional call of birds hidden among the trees.
She looked down at the small clear container beside her.
Inside, a young bass moved slowly through the water.
Its silver scales reflected the sunlight, but Naomi could see the problem immediately. One side of its body had a deep scrape, probably caused by a careless fisherman who had thrown it back too roughly.
Most people would have ignored it.
Naomi never could.
She had spent the last hour carefully keeping the fish alive, planning to take it to the rehabilitation center her biology teacher had told her about.
“You hear me, Naomi?””
The voice came closer.
Naomi sighed and slowly turned.
Three girls stood behind her.
Brooke Miller was in the middle, wearing expensive sunglasses and a bright jacket that looked completely out of place near the muddy shoreline. Her family owned half the businesses in town, and she carried herself like everyone else was just background noise.
Beside her stood Kayla and Madison, both smiling because Brooke was smiling.
That was usually how it worked.
If Brooke found something funny, everyone else laughed.
If Brooke hated someone, everyone else suddenly had a reason to hate them too.
Brooke crossed her arms.
“I asked you a question.””
Naomi stared at her.
“I heard you.””
“Then answer.””
Naomi turned back toward the water.
“I’m fishing.””
Brooke laughed.
“No, you’re sitting out here alone wearing old boots and carrying around a little plastic box full of fish. That’s not fishing. That’s… whatever weird thing you do.””
Kayla covered her mouth, pretending to whisper.
“Maybe she’s having a nature date.””
Madison laughed.
“Who brings injured fish home?””
Naomi tightened her grip on the fishing rod.
She had learned something over the years.
Some people didn’t want an answer.
They wanted a reaction.
And she refused to give them one.
Brooke stepped closer.
“You know, I actually feel bad for you.””
Naomi glanced at her.
“Why?””
“Because you try so hard to act like you don’t care what people think.””
Brooke smiled.
“But you do.””
The words landed harder than Naomi wanted them to.
Because Brooke was wrong about many things.
But not that.
Naomi cared.
She cared too much.
She cared when people laughed.
She cared when people judged her because she wasn’t interested in parties or expensive clothes or pretending to be someone else.
She cared because she remembered what it felt like when people she trusted walked away.
But she refused to let Brooke see that.
“I’m busy,” Naomi said.
Brooke’s smile faded.
For a second, the lake became completely silent.
Then Brooke looked at Kayla and Madison.
“She thinks she’s better than us.””
Naomi shook her head.
“I never said that.””
“You didn’t have to.””
Brooke walked behind Naomi’s chair.
Something about the movement made Naomi uncomfortable.
She turned slightly.
“What are you doing?””
Brooke didn’t answer.
Naomi felt a hand touch the back of her chair.
A warning shot of fear ran through her.
“Brooke—”
The chair moved.
Just an inch at first.
Then another.
Naomi grabbed the sides, but the legs scraped against the uneven ground.
“Stop.””
Brooke laughed.
“What? Scared of a little movement?””
“Stop.””
But Brooke didn’t.
With one final shove, the chair tipped backward.
The world flipped.
The sky.
The trees.
The shocked faces of the three girls.
Then freezing water.
Naomi hit the lake with a loud splash.
For a moment, she heard nothing.
The cold swallowed her completely.
Her clothes became heavy.
Her hair covered her face.
She kicked upward, pushing through the water until her hands finally reached the surface.
When she pulled herself onto the muddy shore, she was shaking.
Not from the cold.
From humiliation.
Behind her, the laughter was louder than the waves.
“Oh my gosh, did you see her face?””
Kayla was holding her phone up.
“You recorded that?”” Naomi asked.
Madison grinned.
“Of course.””
Naomi slowly stood.
Water dripped from her jacket.
Her fingers trembled as she looked at them.
Three girls.
Three phones.
Three people who thought this was a joke.
Brooke wiped a tear from her eye from laughing so hard.
“Relax, Naomi. It was funny.””
Naomi didn’t answer.
She walked toward her chair.
Or what was left of it.
Then she saw her fishing box.
The clear container had been knocked over.
The injured fish was lying in the wet grass.
Naomi stopped.
Everything changed.
The anger she had been holding back disappeared.
Not because of the chair.
Not because of the video.
Not even because they had pushed her into freezing water.
She looked at the small fish struggling on the ground.
“You did that.””
Her voice was quiet.
Brooke shrugged.
“What?””
Naomi pointed.
“You kicked it.””
Brooke looked down.
“Oh, that?””
She laughed.
“It’s just a fish.””
Naomi carefully picked it up with both hands.
“It’s injured.””
Kayla rolled her eyes.
“Are you seriously upset about that?””
Naomi looked at her.
“Yes.””
The girls exchanged amused looks.
Naomi placed the fish back into the container and checked the water level.
Her voice became steadier.
“You pushed me.””
She looked at Brooke.
“You ruined my equipment.””
Then she looked at the phone in Kayla’s hand.
“And you recorded it.””
Brooke tilted her head.
“And?””
Naomi wiped water from her face.
“Send that video to my dad.””
The three girls went quiet.
Then Brooke laughed again.
Her confidence returned.
“Why would we do that?””
Naomi reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her phone.
“I’m giving you a chance.””
“A chance?”” Brooke repeated.
“Yes.””
Naomi stared directly at her.
“To tell him the truth before he sees the video himself.””
Brooke smiled.
“Your dad?””
Naomi nodded.
Brooke looked at Kayla and Madison.
“Wait. Is this where she tells us her dad is some important person?””
The girls laughed.
Naomi didn’t.
Her phone began ringing.
The sound cut through the air.
Everyone looked down.
The screen was still glowing in Naomi’s hand.
The name appeared.
Dad.
Brooke’s smile disappeared for half a second.
Then she recovered.
“So what? Your dad calls you.””
Naomi answered.
“Hi, Dad.””
A deep voice came through the speaker.
“Naomi? Where are you?””
She looked at the lake.
Then at the three girls standing silently in front of her.
“I’m at Willow Creek.””
A pause.
“Are you okay?””
Naomi looked down at her wet clothes.
At the broken chair.
At the injured fish.
“I will be.””
Another silence.
Then the voice on the phone changed.
Not louder.
Not angry.
Just serious.
“Who is with you?””
Before Naomi could answer, a black SUV turned onto the dirt road beside the lake.
The tires crushed through the gravel.
The three girls turned.
The vehicle stopped.
The driver’s door opened.
A man stepped out wearing a dark uniform, walking with the kind of calm that made people move out of his way.
A badge caught the sunlight on his chest.
Brooke stared.
Kayla lowered her phone.
Madison stopped smiling.
Naomi held the injured fish container carefully in her hands.
The man walked closer.
“Naomi.””
She looked at him.
“Dad.””
The girls stared between them.
Brooke swallowed.
The man looked at the broken chair.
The wet ground.
The phone recording.
Then his eyes moved to the three girls.
Naomi finally looked back at Brooke.
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“My dad is the county sheriff.””
And for the first time that morning, nobody laughed.
