Twilight

It began like a normal day at the dock. As always, I wore my lavender summer dress and one-inch heel sandals. Every day I went out at sunrise and came back exactly at twilight. But this day would be different.

I followed Anna to the end of the hallway where she abruptly stopped and looked down the stairs.

“Papa,” she said as I caught up with her and caught the eye of her dad. He was a young-ish looking man with bright red hair and a mustache that looked like it could take Charles Bronson down a peg or two,