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with the woman in my pool.
It began with the sound of water.
That sharp, steady slap against blue tile.
Again.
Again.
Again.
The kind of sound I had heard a thousand times in my backyard and never once feared.
Until that afternoon.
My name is Marissa Cole.
I was thirty-six years old.
I had been married to Caleb for nine years.
And up until the moment I opened continue reading …
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