Melody (Logan 1)

curtain in an upstairs window moved, but other than

that, there was no sign of anyone watching, so I

veered left onto the beach and plodded through the

sand. I quickly discovered it was easier to walk with

my shoes off. The sand, still holding on to the day's

sunlight, felt warmer than the air.

As I drew closer to the ocean, I saw the moon

walk on the water and heard the roar of the surf. The

water looked inky, mysterious and the stars on the

horizon blazed with a brightness that filled my heart with even more excitement. In moments I was far enough out on the beach to sense the solitude. The Logans' house was lit up, but looked toy-like and distant after another few minutes of my walking away

from it.

I went up and down the hilly terrain. At the top

of the dune, I gazed toward the place on the beach I

had been when Adam had first found me. I saw the

glittering flames of a small bonfire and my heart

thumped. Would he be surprised to see that I'd

actually come, I wondered. I was surprised, myself. When I drew closer, I saw his motorboat

anchored on the beach and heard music from his

radio. He was sprawled on the blanket, his hands

behind his head, and he was gazing up at the sky. He

wore a white polo shirt and a pair of white shorts. He

was barefoot. If he heard me approach, he didn't show

it. I stood beside him for a moment before he slowly

turned, his face glimmering in the moonlight with that

polished smile. He sat up.

"I'm glad you came," he said. "It's a great night.

It would have been a shame for you to miss it." He

patted the space beside him on the blanket. "Did you

have any trouble getting out?"

"No," I said. "I dug a tunnel."