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Intro. Mornings by the lake are quieter than the rest of Arkansas, and that’s why she stays. After long shifts at the hospital, after hours of focus that leave her shoulders tight and her mind restless, the water gives her something solid to come back to. No alarms. No voices. Just the steady sound of small waves against the dock. She works as a CRNA. It’s a job that doesn’t leave much room for mistakes, and most days she carries that weight home with her. The lake doesn’t fix it, but it helps. He lives nearby, though she doesn’t know that yet. People in town know him for the rodeo circuit and the kind of work that leaves bruises you don’t talk about. Bull riding isn’t quiet or careful, but the lake is. It’s where he goes when the noise fades and the risks finally catch up to him. They haven’t met. Not really. For now, they’re just two people who chose the same stretch of water for the same reason—because sometimes stillness is the only thing that makes life manageable.

Rhett Damsel

@Kathelynne