Beside the lake, a row of weary figures sat in varying states of dejection, their fishing rods planted in the soft earth, lines disappearing into the glassy water. The surface barely rippled, the bait hanging unseen below, waiting for a bite that never came. The late morning sun poured over them, warm but indifferent.
Jacklin sat forward on her folding chair, eyes darting between the unmoving floats bobbing in the distance and the three men hovering together a little further away.
"Please! At least one of you tell me what was going on last night!" she whined, her voice cutting through the quiet like a stone breaking still water.
Her question was met with a wall of silence. Not even a sideways glance. She turned her head to the person behind her. "Sister Georgina, say something!"
