I don’t remember much else from that night, but I do remember thinking that I needed to leave her body exactly as it was. I remember calling her parents and told them what happened. Though I didn’t. I told them what I wanted them to believe. I told them we were playing in the lake, I went in to get us drinks, I came back, and she was dead. I know that doesn’t sound believable, but they never once doubted me. They knew I loved her and I did I really did. I lied because I knew deep down it was my fault, but I didn’t mean to. The days after her death felt surreal, I don’t think I truly cried until a week after when everything was calm. Of course, the police asked me loads of questions, but I was good at acting, and my feelings were real just not my words. It’s been 8 years now could that really be her in the frame? I did consider it to just be my mind tricking me but what really made me believe was the text I received that night. It simply read “You didn’t stop when you saw me struggling, you knew what you were doing.”