After the memorial, Sheila handled the usual things that come with the passing of a family member. Through talks with her father’s lawyer she found that she would inherit the lion’s share of her father’s estate. Her father wasn’t overly wealthy, but he did own a number of properties across the country. Of these properties was a vacation rental on a lake, not far from where Aldo and Sheila lived. She hadn’t seen any of these properties before, except for her father’s home, and hardly knew anything about them. Being the new owner of all that real estate, she took it on herself to visit each one and take stock of what they now owned, though fate would hold she would only get to see one of these properties.
On a cloudy Autumn day, Aldo and Sheila made the trip out to the lake house. Both of them immediately fell in love with the setting. Accustomed to life in the city, they had forgotten how rejuvenating it felt to reconnect with nature and escape from the pace they knew. The better part of a wekk was spent at the lake with them walking and exploring the 40 acre lot, going through her father’s things, and dipping in the frigid lake. Over that week, they resolved to keep the lake property for their own use.
On the drive home, six months to the day after her father’s death, tragedy struck once again. A few miles outside the city, an SUV ran a stop sign on the highway, clipping the back of their car, sending Aldo and Sheila spinning and rolling off the highway to finally rest in a shallow ditch. The culprit SUV managed to speed away, without stopping to check on the two, unconscious and suspended by their seatbelts, upside down in a muddy ditch.
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