The woman gently placed a paper boat on the surface of the lake, hoping it would follow the breeze, sail to shores she had never reached, and witness landscapes she had never seen. Yet, the water slowly soaked into the paper, and the boat grew heavy. Its shape became distorted and eventually sank into the depths of the lake, with only a photo rising to the surface alone.
She had already gotten divorced from that violent man, and the existence of that unborn child was known to no one but her, lost in the quiet embrace of the water forever.
She had already gotten divorced from that violent man, and the existence of that unborn child was known to no one but her, lost in the quiet embrace of the water forever.
