It wasn’t just clear, it was perfectly clear. And the sky wasn’t just blue, it was a brilliant turquoise. The day was gorgeous, filled with sun and promise and possibility.Just like the day Amy had died.For an instant, Mia was standing beside her banana-seat bike, watching her sister pull out of the driveway in the secondhand Chevy Malibu she’d bought with life-guarding money. Mia waved, and Amy tapped the horn before driving away.“Notice anything?”She snapped back to the present and glanced down into the grinning, freckled face of her six-year-old nephew.Did she notice anything?“Umm … you still haven’t tied your sneaker?”“Nope.” Sam’s smile widened, revealing a missing incisor.“Umm …” Mia crouched down to tie the shoe herself. “You got a haircut since I last saw you?”“Nope.”“You lost another tooth?”“Nope. Do you give up?”Mia stood and fisted a hand on her hip. “I give up.”“I’m standing on your shadow,” he said gleefully. “That means you’re it.”“I thought we called time out.”
