Macy:
"We could bury it," Wyatt interjected. I was explaining why we couldn't risk dumping the prototype into a body of water like the others had suggested.
"Where?" I asked. It would have to be somewhere secure, somewhere it could never be dug up.
"The island. We could bury it, pour concrete over it, and turn it into a steppingstone path. No one who wasn't there for it being buried would be none the wiser." I had thought about the back patio and the backyard. I grill there when I get time to visit, and I had wanted to turn the bare space into a garden, but I hadn't had time.
"The island?" I repeated.
Wyatt's nod had me thinking. I could gather more information on this mystery girl that I had wasted too much time on, thinking it had been the Delaroe and Austin families that were re
