Around my 18th birthday. That was when things shifted. I remember the day. We'd gone camping for the weekend. It was a family tradition. August couldn't make it because of a school trip, so it was just Mom, Dad and me. I did what I usually did; go exploring by myself. Just wandering the paths, watching the wildlife, thinking. When I got back it was late afternoon. I didn't see Mom or Dad at first. Then I heard Mom's laugh, clear as a bell. She had a great laugh and it made men turn their heads, if they hadn't already noticed her. But only Dad could make her do it on demand. She insisted to me that he'd made her laugh the whole time that she'd known him, and that she was foolish for not going after him sooner.
So I walked in the direction of the laugh. Unsurprisingly, it was at the river,
