Gina felt lucky to have a job at the camp. A ward of the state it was like heaven to be here for the summer. She had lots of time off, participated in activities with the rest of the teens and paid her way doing office work. Most of the campers thought she was just another camper.
Gina met Jeff her first day in the office, he was one of the few who knew her circumstances. Good friends from the start, Gina wished it was more. All the girls were after him, especially Molly, a rich blonde that didn’t take no for an answer. Yet Jeff still hung around with Gina.
The day she found the note in her mailbox, “Meet me on the dock at 8,” written in blocky masculine printing, she thought it was finally time. No more friend zone.
But Jeff had not written the note. Molly being her usual spoiled self, wrote it, then snuck up behind Gina on the dock to whisper “He’s taken!” as she pushed her into the lake, laughing all the way back to the hall. With the loud music blasting, nobody even suspected she’d been gone, except Gina.
Harold was new, as he walked the sanitarium with Tom, who’d worked there thirty years, they passed a room where an elderly woman was chained to her chair. She was mumbling something over and over.
“What’s the story there?” he asked, a bit shocked at the chains.
“Before my time really, all I know is that’s all she says over and over. She’s been here most of her life I heard. They chain her in because the chains seem to calm her down, otherwise she runs away, usually to the lake.”
“What’s she saying?” Harold asked.
“I didn’t know she couldn’t swim...”