I race Farrow. Step-for-step, our powerful legs pumping, and we’re running towards the shimmering blue pool. Water glowing with a single light, and his hand—his hand finds mine before we jump. We plummet into the brisk water fully-clothed. Weight is ripping off my chest, and the air I need, I can’t reach above the surface. I stay submerged, and Farrow swims closer. He nods me on. Knowing what I need, and I scream, the anguished sound dying in the pool. Heaviness barrels out of me, and I’m honestly crying. Tears lost in the water.
