The black bag quickly sank below the water’s surface, vanishing into the dark, cold trench beneath. We waited on the dock, watching to see if it would suddenly float back up. Five minutes passed and nothing happened, the water coming back to an eerie stillness.
“There,” I said, heading back to the car. “Like it never even happened.”
Samantha’s footsteps followed behind, a small distance between us. She started sobbing when we got back into our seats.
I wiped the tears from her eyes, giving her a small smile, “Don’t tell anybody about this. Got it?”
She nodded, “Yes, Mom.”
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