Nadia, Vigilante
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A nap just sounds really good right now. You may be a third her age, but you just don't have your mother's energy. At least she doesn't have night terrors anymore, you say to yourself as you stretch out on your bed.
You have a strange dream about being in a city - you think possibly Los Angeles, but maybe somewhere else - and meeting some tall, dark-haired guy with gray eyes exactly like your sister Sasha's...and he has huge feet.
You are awakened by your ringing phone. You look at the time on the phone. Two hours have passed. According to the caller ID, your cousin Isabella is trying to call you.
Technically she's not biologically related to you - kind of like the only grandfather you've ever known...Adam Foster. Isabella was adopted by Carissa just before her tenth birthday.
Anyway, she asks you if you're interested in meeting up with her and Moira, your best friend, at the public beach later.
