No matter how he tried to see the pond through Dayna’s eyes, he could never see what she saw. On a perfect day, in the middle of the summer, with blue skies and flowers, it was still a small, decrepit pool of stagnant water to Kyan. He wondered what the pond would look like if Dayna was still alive. Maybe with her help, there would be fairies and sweet woodland creatures hopping around.
Kyan rocked softly in his blue plaid chair, listening to the rain as it pounded on the roof while everyon