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My body, containing only my thoughts, my heart, my soul.
Len is gone.
I know it the same way a sick person can tell their fever has broken.
Len has poured himself from one vessel—me—into another.
Lake Greene.
The place he came from and where he’ll hopefully remain.
I turn away from the sky to the person swimming beside me. Katherine beams, her smile brighter and more beautiful than any picture she’s ever been in.
“Don’t freak out,” she says. “But I think you almost drowned.”
What are we going to tell people?” Tom says to Katherine. “I tried to keep it a secret, but word got out you were missing. The police were involved.”
He looks my way, his gaze not quite accusatory but sharp enough to know he’s still annoyed, despite the fact that Katherine’s only back—literally her old self—because of me. He made that clear when we returned to the Fitzgeralds’ basement. At first, Tom looked ready to kill us both. But once Katherine started reciting bits of knowledge only she could know, he became overjoyed at her presence. Less so with mine.
The three of us now sit with Eli in the Royce living room. Tom and Katherine are both freshly showered and changed. I’m in a set of Versace athleisure wear borrowed from Katherine that’s as comfortable as it is ridiculous.
“We tell them something as close to the truth as possible,” I say. “You two fought.”
Katherine turns to her husband, surprised. “We did?”
“You decked me.” Tom leans in to give her a good look at the still-fading bruise under his eye. “Well,hedid.”
Len’s name hasn’t been uttered once since Katherine and I returned. I suspect it makes them uncomfortable acknowledging the person who, for all intents and purposes, possessed her.
I’m fine with that. I never need to hear his name again.
“The police will believe that, after the fight, Katherine left in a huff,” I say. “She went for a long hike in the mountains, leaving everything behind.”
“And she got lost in the woods,” Tom says.
I reply with a nod. “You thought she left you, which is why you never reported her missing and posted that photo to Instagram. You were too embarrassed to admit your marriage was falling apart.”
Katherine touches the bruise on her husband’s face. “Poor Tom. This must have been so hard on you.”
“I thought you were lost forever,” he says with a quiver in his voice and tears in his eyes. “I had no idea how to bring you back.”
“I tried,” Katherine says. “I tried so hard to keep it from happening.”
“So you knew what was going on?” Eli says.
“Sort of.” Katherine hugs herself, as if chilled by the memory. “Obviously, there were the blackouts. One minute I was fine, the next I was waking up somewhere with no memory of how I got there. Then there was this weird sixth sense. I knew things I had no reason for knowing. Like your phone number, Casey. Or those binoculars on your porch. I never owned a pair. I was never into birding. But when I saw them, I suddenly had these memories of buying them, of holding them in my hands, of watching the trees across the lake right from that porch. And then they went away.”
I’m chilled myself as Katherine tells us what it felt like to have someone else slowly take control. Even though I, too, experienced it, I at least knew what was happening. For Katherine, it seemed like she was losing her mind.
“I didn’t fully figure out what was going on until the night I looked it up online. I felt stupid Googling articles about haunted lakes and ghosts in mirrors. But then I found stories about other people who had experienced the same thing I was going through. Strange memories of things they never experienced and sudden weakness and this sense that they were slowly losing control. That’s when I knew what was happening.”
It also turned out to be a moment I witnessed from the other side ofthe lake. Watching Katherine intently scan the computer, her shock writ large on her face.
“You should have told me,” Tom says.
“You would have thought I was crazy. Which is exactly how I felt. So I kissed you on the cheek and suggested we go back to bed. I know it sounds foolish, but I hoped it was temporary. Like I would go to sleep and wake up in the morning feeling like my old self.”
“Instead, the opposite happened,” Eli cuts in.