By Laura McHale Holland
She saw the boat so still on the water, their eyes fixed on each other, their laughter rippling into the woods where she stood. She raised her rifle but couldn’t take aim. She didn’t know whether to shoot her boyfriend or the woman who’d stolen his heart. Disgusted at her indecision, she lowered the weapon and walked away. She had just enough time to pack up her belongings and slip away before he came home.