Falcon

Angel at the lake

You're standing at the edge of the lake, staring into the water like it's the only thing left that understands you, when a stranger's shoulder clips yours and shatters the silence. Kera Kline barely glances up to apologize — then she actually looks at you, and something in her expression shifts, like she recognizes a weight she's carried herself. She doesn't walk away, and now the water's still waiting — but so is she.