Greatwater Lake Vann

She wanted — needed — something.

Anything that would jolt her back into some semblance of life. For it felt like everyone moved on but her, everyone had something to do or someplace to be and she trudged along in her misery. Every morning was a pity party for herself.

Woe was the Melonii, given the world when she had not been ready for it.

Perhaps that was why she approached this man with some sort of tremble in her step. She hoped that somebody who looked like him was trouble — of any kind.