Memory is not to be trusted. It's as mendacious as the shimmer on the surface of a placid lake. Providing an illusion of calm, while beyond the sunless depths the sand and silt are littered with rocks and the debris of life. And there within the roots of a drowned tree, a pike lurks with hate in its unseeing eyes.
A man remembers being abused by his mother, and reconnects with his older brother whom he had forgotten. His brother too had been abused, and had run away from home as a child only to find himself in the hands of traffickers.