Chapter Forty-Two
Six Months Later
The snow had melted and I’d managed to stay away from Shore Lake for the past few months. But, in my dreams, I’d never really left. The images left me anxious, depressed, and it was difficult adjusting to everything my mother tried to do to make our lives feel somewhat normal.
“I’m going back,” I said one evening. We were renting a house in San Francisco and Nathan had just registered for an auto-mechanics school, while I hadn’t yet decided exactly what I wanted to do with my life.
“Going back? Where?” asked mom, although I could tell she already knew the answer.
“To Shore Lake.”
Her lips pursed. “Why?’
For many reasons, although I offered just one. “I want to see what they did with Duncan’s body. If they buried it, and where.”
“I’m sure they did,
