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house, watching the sunset paint the lake in shades of amber and gold. The next, I was plunging through the surface after a violent shove from behind, my seventy-one-year-old body hitting the water with a shock that drove all the air from my lungs.
As I went under, I heard laughter. High, cruel, and unmistakably belonging to my grandson Evan.
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