I woke the next morning feeling dreadful. It wasn’t a hangover, that much I was sure of, but I felt really sick. Grabbing a glass of water and sipping it slowly seemed to make the feeling dissipate a little. As I sipped at my glass, I stared at my father’s photograph. I wished I had more photos of him. My mother must have destroyed all the others, but thankfully missed that one. I plucked it up, gazing at the background.
There wasn’t much there to see. Luca was right, there clearly was a lake, but it could be any lake. It didn't seem like there was anything special about it. There was a road running down the side of the lake and I couldn’t help but think it would be nerve-racking to drive so close to the water. I peered closer. There were road signs dotted around, but none that could be
