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A beach day. Soaking up the rays with the family. Those three beautiful children. Her sturdy British husband with his pale skin and emerging pot-belly and baffled expression.

She loves them. They are the most important thing in the world to her. Nothing unusual. For most people all around the world, it’s true.

Not for everyone, though. She will find out about that later.

But for now she is happy. The weird thing with Facebook has gone away. It is still a worry, of course it is, but at least it has stopped. It’s like a rainstorm you drive through: once it’s behind you, it’s still there, but in the rearview mirror. It is receding. A shadow. No longer a problem.

But it can come back. The weather can change. The wind can switch direction. So you better not take your eye off of it for too long.

But people do. It is what she will do. It is natural. The strange thing happens, the surface of the pond is disturbed, but then the ripples vanish, and the water settles and all trace of them is gone.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But whatever caused them is still there, under the black water. Maybe a long way away, deep and safe.

Or maybe just below the surface …

So she is enjoying her beach day with her loving family. The family at the center of her life. The family she does it all for.

The family she barely deserves.

The family she will lose.