The Mother's Watch
I first noticed something was wrong with Arthur when he came home from the river with the pearl. He was fourteen, my only boy, and he had always been a quiet child. Not shy, exactly, but thoughtful. The kind of boy who would sit by the water for hours watching the ducks and the ripples and the way the light changed on the surface. I let him go because the river was safe—shallow, slow,...
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