“She didn’t drown.”
The room froze.
Not a glass moved. Not a breath.
And then Jeremy said the rest.
“I saw you. You carried her to the car. She was crying. You drove away with her, and you came back without her, and you told everyone she was gone.”
Chapter 2: The Lake
Let me tell you about the marriage I thought I had, before I tell you what my son had been carrying.
My husband, Eric, was charming in the way that’s easy to mistake for love.
For years I mistook it.
I didn’t know, until much later, that the accounts my parents had left in trust for the twins — real money, meant for their futures — had been quietly moving into places I couldn’t see.
I didn’t know there was another woman two states away, in the town where Eric’s sister lived.
I didn’t know that in the last months before the lake, Eric had already begun, in his own cold and careful way, to plan his exit from our lives.
