The days leading up to our weekend were a blur of anticipation. I was meticulous in my preparations, making sure everything was in place for what I had planned. I packed our bags, filled the car with gas, and even bought his favorite snacks for the drive. All the while, my mind was focused on the endgame.

When we arrived at the lake house, everything was picture-perfect. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the water, and the air was filled with the scent of pine and promise. Luke was relaxed, unsuspecting, as he carried our bags inside.

“Let’s start with a walk,” I suggested, linking my arm through his. He nodded, and we strolled along the familiar paths, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words.