On the news tonight, the detective says they are moving into a body-recovery phase. He says there is sufficient evidence to believe you’re in the river. I turn off the TV.
Sufficient evidence, my ass.
Body-recovery phase?
Oh god.
Tears drip down my face. I’m a sniveling mess.
If they’re sending divers in, I got to be prepared. You know me. I need to learn everything about the science of it. Somehow, it calms me.
I pull out my laptop and start researching, wiping away at my face. Hard to read with all the waterworks going on. If you’ve been in the river since Friday night, that means your body’s been submerged in water for four days. Will your body have deteriorated in the water? Will you be bloated?
Now don’t take this like I’m giving up. I know you’re not in that river. I know it. With every part of my soul. But I still got to be ready, that’s just how I am. So I type into Google: What happens to dead bodies in water? This is what I learned, for your information. (You’re welcome.)