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Sera
Fred called me as I drove home to meet Emma at the bus stop.
“Sera. We found him under a dock,” he said, sounding distraught. His voice cracked. “You were right. He’s dead.”
“I’m so sorry, Fred,” I said as tears filled my eyes. Deep down I knew that they would find him, but I had hoped to be wrong.
“That bastard used kettle weights to keep him from floating away,” he went on. “And... fishing line.”
I pulled into the driveway, thankful to be home as I heard such horrific news. “Oh, Fred.”
He sighed. “At least there is closure and I know he’s not being held somewhere, being tortured or dying of starvation.”
I brushed the tears from my cheeks. “At least there’s that.”
“Gonna have him cremated. Just like he wanted. Then spread his ashes near Lake Tahoe.”
“Lake Tahoe?”
He did
