Annie sat transfixed. For a breathless moment her heart fluttered. She felt her chest pinch and began working her bottom lip, struggling to quell the onslaught of panic. Her lungs exhaled and her heart throbbed against her ribs. The long fingers of the deep reached for her.Annie Eaton feels lost, unloved, and insignificant. Even her name feels wrong. If she could just find her place, find that thing for which she has been made, she knows she would...