I thought about it for a second.
‘Well, obviously you’ll have to push your car in the river,’ I said, and laughed.
Libby sat there for about ten seconds, her hands becoming paler and paler as she gripped the steering wheel. Then she got out of the car and looked around. The North Embankment still seemed deserted. There were no kids trying to steal boats, no tourists, no other dog-walkers. No men looking for me. Libby made a noise a little like the one B had made before.
‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘It’s the only thing to do.’” —Our Tragic Universe by Scarlett Thomas