When the water calmed down, I saw a little hand come thrusting through the surface. “He’s drowning!” hissed Sarah. “Go save him, Anthony!”
I started forward, but Albert was already hauling himself onto the edge of the sink. He shook his head, spattering tiny drops of water in all directions. Then stood, stretched his arms, threw his head back, and growled.
It was a tiny sound terrifying nonetheless. He walked along the edge of the basin, looking puzzled. “What a strange white road,” he muttered. I cleared my throat. find more here
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