Dripping wet, the girl hacked out another gush of water.
Dru steadied her. “How do you know my name?”
“How? Do I…”
She trailed-off, glassy eyed. “Dru, I don’t sound right…”
Dru shook, her grip tightening on the girl’s bare shoulders. “You, you can’t be—”
“I thought I was dead.”
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