PART 10 – The More I Remembered His Return to the Dock, the More I Understood Why I Could Never Trust His Explanation

I remembered Trey standing on the dock.

He had been laughing.

That detail kept coming back to me.

I couldn't understand it.

He had taken a seven-year-old onto the lake.

He had been drinking.

She had fallen.

And he had returned alone.

Yet he had behaved as though the whole thing was a minor inconvenience.

I remembered the orange vest in his hand.

I remembered how casually he explained that Cassie didn't want it.

I wondered how he could possibly believe that was enough.

A child refusing a safety device wasn't a reason to ignore the danger.

A child wanting to ride without it wasn't permission to take that risk.

And a child's ability to swim wasn't a substitute for a life jacket.

I had known all of that before the Fourth of July.

I had explained it to my family.

I had explained it to Cassie.

But Trey had apparently decided none of it applied to him.

I thought about my parents.

They had spent years defending him.

Two drunk-driving arrests hadn't changed their attitude.

They still treated his behavior as something that needed sympathy more than accountability.

My father had even tried to stop me from calling for help.

He had said another arrest could send Trey to prison.

I remembered looking at him.

I remembered thinking that he was talking about the wrong person.

Cassie was seven.

She was the one in danger.

My mother had made it worse by blaming me.

She said I always ruined things.

I had wanted to answer her.

I had wanted to tell her that nothing I could say would be worse than what had already happened.

But I didn't have time.

I still didn't have time.

I was in the water, searching for my daughter.

That was where my attention belonged.

I looked around again.

The surface moved beneath me.

A boat passed at a distance, leaving another wake.

I watched the water settle.

Then I searched again.

I kept expecting to see something.

A small movement.

A bright color.

A sign that Cassie had found a way to stay above the surface.

But I had nothing.

I couldn't accept that nothing meant the search was over.

So I continued.

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