As he laid on the beach, soaked and gasping for breath, he noticed how still the lake was suddenly. Not as it had been in the violent moments before. Looking out across the silvery spread before him, there was no sign of a disturbance, no bubbles, no ripples. No evidence.
He'd left nothing behind. It was all buried now, deep under the silvery mass of water.
All he had to do now was to let the searing sun dry out his clothes, walk down the road to where he'd left his car, and drive back to the woman he'd fallen for.
No more secrets, no more lies, no more double lives.
He'd made a mistake with her and she'd tightened the noose a little too tight around his neck. He had just removed it.
They were down there somewhere, slowly swelling with water. She and his unborn child.
And he was headed for his place in the sun.
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