ARIA
I sat at the edge of the dock, my legs dangling over the water, watching the sun sink lower on the horizon.
The fishing boats drifted in the distance, their silhouettes dark against the orange and pink sky. The fishermen's voices carried across the water, faint and indistinct, like echoes from another world.
I wasn't really seeing any of it.
I'd come here, to this quiet, boring countryside town with its rolling hills and mountains and endless stretches of water, because it was the kind of place where no one knew me. Where no one cared.
The reception was terrible. I didn't even have a phone anymore. I'd left it behind in the city, along with everything else.
I'd withdrawn enough cash to last me a few months, left the rest for Olivia and the kids, and rented this small, rundown apartment that smelled like mildew and old wood. It was perfect. Depressing and isolated and exactly what I deserved.
