March Secret Agent #40

TITLE: Savannah's Grace
GENRE: Contemporary YA

I counted back, flipping through the calendar until I located when it happened. It was four weeks and twenty-one hours before the day that set my discovery in motion, before I was reclaimed; revealed. Before I realized who he was.

Having no knowledge of the timer ticking along in the background, I pushed whole grain cereal around in a red plastic bowl. Dried, hard morsels on the far left side, milk in a puddle on the bottom.

A hard thump echoed from Dad’s bedroom. I didn’t react to the sound. My eyes remained steady on my soggy breakfast. Another bump, this time louder. And then a giggle. I rolled my eyes back.

Moments later the source of the noise breezed by me. I refused to look up or even say hello. I wondered how long she’d last. I fought to remember the skinny girl’s name. What was it again? Joy? Veronica? Denise? No, no, those were from the women before.

“Lydia! Hurry up, I’m thirsty,” Dad yelled.

At the sound of her name being called, Lydia whirled around and her bathrobe peeked open, exposing her nude body.

I waited for an apology, but none came. Lydia shoved back low drifting bangs and sauntered back to the bedroom, two bottles of Gatorade grasped by talon-sharp fingers.

Shaking my head, I got up and washed the bowl in the sink. I wandered over to the orange couch and plopped down. I would’ve turned the TV on, but we didn’t have cable.