The sun beat down on Lanah and her boat. The water was cold, she knew, but she wouldn’t put her hand in, didn’t want to disrupt the fish.  She didn’t like fishing. And she hated this lake, especially the taxing row upstream to reach here, even if it was close to her family’s estate. The only times she had tolerated coming here had been on weekends with her grandfather when he’d come here to fish in the mornings. Even then, it didn’t take much effort for memories of red waters and wet ugly cries to sound in her mind when she reached this place. To feel her heart thud when…