Where Love Sank

The moment my soul left my body, all the pain vanished. My spirit hovered near the shark’s body, but somehow, I couldn’t leave.

Then, Andrew got a phone call that Craig had taken Izzy on vacation. Craig had promised to help her fulfill her dreams—a trip to Disney World to see the biggest fireworks show she’d ever seen.

Meanwhile, my vital signs monitor showed nothing. Andrew thought it was just a power outage and didn’t bother checking further.

The first person to actually find my body was a fisherman on the beach. It was because, from beneath the shark’s stomach, a rotting hand had started to poke out. However, as the entire fish was wrapped in razor-sharp, reinforced wires, no one could get close.

“Oh my God, there’s a dead body!”

“Look! That’s a human leg sticking out of the shark!”

Only then did Andrew realize something was wrong. He nervously called Craig, hoping to report the situation.

At that exact moment, Craig was spinning on a carousel and laughing with Izzy. The sounds of joy and carnival music filled the air as he answered the call, completely uninterested.

“So, did she finally admit she was wrong? Is she ready to apologize?”

Andrew stammered, “N-No, sir… I think– I think your wife might already be dead. Maybe you should come back and–”

“Bullshit. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. We still have seven days left on this trip. Tell her to think through it. I’ll be waiting for an apology when we get back.”

Immediately after that, Craig hung up.

Andrew was caught in a dilemma. In the end, all he could do was disperse the crowd of onlookers gathering by the beach.

A few days later, Craig finally returned with Izzy in tow. He walked straight up to the shark, eyes cold and impatient.

“It’s been a whole month, and she still won’t apologize?”

Andrew stayed silent, and when Craig noticed the monitor was off, his expression darkened.

“Useless. Turn the damn thing back on. I want to see what she’s up to.”

Once the machine rebooted, however, the screen stayed blank, showing no signs of life.

Craig’s face turned grim. “What is this? Who messed with the equipment?”

Only Izzy and Andrew knew the truth. The two of them exchanged a nervous glance, neither daring to speak.

Izzy clutched Craig’s arm and said, “Craig, maybe we should go. Just let Jane cool off for a bit on her own.”

Craig sneered and shook her off.

“If we coddle her like this, she’ll think she runs the damn world! Hand me the knife. I’m cutting her out right now.”

With that, he grabbed the long blade, ignoring the horrified looks from everyone around, and sliced open the shark’s belly, hard and fast.