Amber presses a penny into my palm. The grit from underneath her fingernails nips my scar.
“Spend this on an adventure,” she blinks.
For a second, she’s back. Through the water in the corner of my eye, she’s refracted.
“Robin?” she whispers.
Every day, she moves further from me. Treading me underfoot. But for all her weight, I fear most the day she steps through me and I cannot feel a thing.