Chapter Seventy Four

CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR

Stella continues her singing, adding more complexity to the sound, sliding between octaves as effortly as if she was playing a violin. I feel transfixed, lost in her song.

Then, the glow coming from Stella’s fur begins to spread out. First, it runs along the sand in drifting tendrils, meeting up with the ocean at the edge of the waves, where it rushes over the surface of the water like an oil slick.

“Incredible,” Arnold whispers. No one else speaks. Stella finally quiets down, looking expectantly out at the ocean. Rising up from the glow are figures, somehow standing on the water and walking toward us.

Layla gasps, and as the figures get closer, I do too. Standing before me, their bodies made entirely out of a slivery lunar glow, are Caleb and my parents.