The waves lapped at the shore and she wondered how long she had until the boat arrived.
More important than that, how long she had till she reached the other side undetected. The camouflage was perfect and the documents well-faked.
A deep fog did not let her see what's coming or going. It gave her a few quiet moments to think what was she running away from, and why.
She was clearly not guilty of any crime or wrongdoing, but feared persecution by her husband's killers for being the sole witness to the dastardly act.
She idly watches an emaciated figure walking towards her,
"You know well your husband was a criminal. If you choose to stand by us and turn approver on police records, it will be a noble deed."
She looked in the other direction, but there was no sign of the boat. She saw blood from her husband's hands reddening the water, and the redness wouldn't go.
She looks at her own pristine white hands and sees invisible droplets of blood. It is about standing by a criminal and sheltering him for twenty years. She has killed her soul in the process.
The water will look clear again. She throws away the fake documents in the water, and starts walking with the stranger.
It will absolve both of them of their sins.
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