Chapter 10

The first person who treated me differently was a mother from Saturday Swim Access. I saw her outside the pharmacy on Tuesday afternoon, where I'd stopped to collect a prescription and buy more newborn diapers. Her daughter had attended our free lessons for two years. We'd spent hours talking beside the changing rooms, and she'd once brought me coffee after I'd stayed late to help her little girl overcome her fear of the deep end. “Elena.” She glanced at the stroller, then at me. “How...