Gabriela
We jump apart, spinning around to face the voice.
A woman, human, stands just at the water's edge. Her gray, wiry hair is tied up tightly on top of her head, and prominent wrinkles indent her tanned skin. She's wearing loose-fitting pants and an oversized jean jacket that has grease stains all over the front of it.
"We're just swimming," Rose says, gesturing around us.
The woman eyes us warily, shifting on her feet just enough to touch something out of view behind her back. "This is private property."
I open my mouth to apologize to her, but of course, Rose beats me to it.
"There weren't any signs posted."
I wince inwardly. Oh Rose...
The woman frowns. "There are at the beginning of the trail."
"Sorry, ma'am," I say. "We didn't come down a trail. But we'll get out of your
