She watched the lifeless face slip beneath the lapping waves, but she no longer saw the man. She could only think of Anne. This one act couldn't bridge the chasm that had split the ground between them, but it made her feel steady and sure. Truthfully, her body had been shaking for the last hour. The mist that sprayed from the bow of the small boat rose in clouds that she drifted through. Everything was damp in the predawn air. She found an old towel the owners must have used for wiping droplets off the smooth blue sides of the vessel. It was thin and had holes, but it felt good to have something to wrap around herself. The gaping mouth of the real world waited to swallow her at the edge of the water, and she hesitated. Had she been careful enough? In the back of her mind she knew that Anne would realize the truth, at least the important part of it. Even if they never spoke again, it would have been worth it. For a moment, she considered po...
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