The Lake Club

Interstitial

It was becoming more difficult to meet. Their schedules were splintering. It made their texts more desperate—and risky. Tensions

grew by the day.

kitchen. They could even see other houses from where they embraced, the model home just up the street. It was enough to remind

them that soon, the community would be filling—people moving in and taking over all the rooms they’d considered, if only briefly,

theirs.

Soon, the house would be sold. The summer would be over.

“I’m going to miss this,” they whispered, soaking in each moment.

And, as if their words had summoned the end—that day, as they held each other—that’s when they heard the knock on the door.

That’s when someone rounded the corner.