“Cynthia!” I shouted, but I was too far away. She swung the suitcase and threw it into the lake. She stood there as it floated for a moment before sinking. Then she ran back to the car and was gone.

I was paralyzed. My legs started moving before my mind could stop them. I ran like I hadn’t in years. When I reached the shore, the suitcase was still there, sinking slowly. I waded into the cold water, up to my waist. I grabbed one of the straps and pulled. It was incredibly heavy. And then I heard it. A faint, muffled sound from inside.