That is the last normal memory I have of my husband and our twin boys.
By afternoon, I was checking the time too often. By evening, I had called Ryan four times. The first two rang. The next ones didn’t. When the sun dropped and the driveway stayed empty, a bad feeling took hold of me. I left Lily with our neighbor and drove to the lake with a few people from the street.
We found the boat first.
It was drifting near the north shore, with no sign of Ryan or the boys, no voices calling across the water, just the boat rocking lightly. Their life jackets were still inside.
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