No, I call. Come back.
Im here, he says.
But I cant see. Its too bright.
You cant hold back the light, Gemma. Im here. Trust me.
The water washes over the riverbank, erasing the edges till theres nothing. But I saw it. I know its there. And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I dont dare close them. I wont. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.