But as the flashing blue and red lights reflected off the surface of the dark lake, that woman was gone.
The grandson, Leo, finally stopped fidgeting with his damp hoodie. “Grandma, please, the police? I’m nineteen! This will ruin my life!”
“You didn’t worry about my life when my lungs were filling with lake water, Leo,” she said, her voice like grinding stones. She turned to her son, David, who was now sweating despite the evening chill.
“Mom, think about the scandal,” David pleaded, reaching for her arm. “I’m a partner at the firm. If this gets out—if there’s a police report—I’ll be ruined. We’ll all be ruined.”