“After my dad drowned, I wouldn’t go near the sea, not for anything,” Clara says, leaning forward to peer at the distant ground. “My mum let me be afraid for a couple of weeks. Then, one day, she walked me out to the pier, right to the water’s edge, and told me that everything we fear finds us eventually, so there’s no point trying to outrun it. We spent an hour on that pier, then finally she made me jump in with her.” “It must have worked,” says Hui admiringly. “You’re not afraid of anything.” “Of course I am,” replies Clara. “I just jump anyway.”
