FAZER LOGINI was afraid of water. But my best friend, Elara Vance, and my boyfriend, Everett Langley, were both competitive swimmers. Whenever they got together, they never ran out of things to talk about. I could never get a word in. The day Everett won the state swimming championship, I forced myself to attend the pool party to celebrate his victory, even though I was terrified of the water. But Elara suddenly grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward the deep end. "Tessa, you've been afraid of water for years. Today, I'm going to help you get over it." Everett let out a helpless laugh. "She's been afraid of water since she was a kid. Go easy on her." I thrashed desperately, trying to grab the side of the pool, but Elara grabbed me and shoved my head underwater. "Don't be scared, Tessa. This is exposure therapy. A few more gulps, and you'll be cured." My lungs burned as I choked on the water. I reached desperately for Everett. He ignored my pleas and gently coaxed me, "I'm the state swimming champion, and you're my girlfriend, but you're too scared to even get in the water. How embarrassing would that be if people found out? Just hang in there. Once you learn, you'll be fine." Elara shoved me underwater again, laughing. "Look at her kicking! This is hilarious. Film this!" Everett pulled out his phone and pointed the camera at me as I thrashed in the water. "Let's save this. We can watch it together once you learn how to swim." The two of them kept laughing and fooling around. By then, I had already lost consciousness and was slowly sinking beneath the water.
Ver maisSix months later, I received the Outstanding Manager of the Year award at the company's annual meeting at headquarters.In the photo, I wore a sharp skirt suit and polished makeup, smiling with confidence and ease. Behind me, the company logo appeared alongside the gold lettering, "Outstanding Leader of the Year."I was still afraid of water and never went swimming. But I had taken up indoor rock climbing instead.There was a climbing gym near my apartment. I went three times a week, working my way up from V2 to V5.I still occasionally heard bits and pieces about the people back home through Maris.She had a friend in the sports world there who passed along gossip every now and then.After Elara was expelled from the state team, no club was willing to take her. She ended up at a swimming center in a small, obscure town, working as a training partner.Later, someone filmed her getting into a fight with a customer while drunk. The police took her away, and after that, she disappe
I replied to the last senior member of the swim team who had reached out to plead Everett's case."Why should I forgive him? When you all rubbed salt in my wounds back then, did any of you ever speak up for me? What he's suffering now isn't even a fraction of what I went through back then."After sending the message, I blocked them all again and changed my settings so strangers could no longer add me.Then I added Everett myself and sent him a message.Just one sentence. "Some things need to be said face-to-face."I chose a cafe with a view of the ocean.By the time I arrived, Everett was already sitting by the window, a cup of cold black coffee in front of him.He had gotten so thin that his cheekbones stood out. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and after so long spent tormenting himself, he looked almost on edge.I pulled out a chair and sat down.He looked up sharply. There was an almost panicked hope in his eyes.He immediately started apologizing, speaking so quickly it w
Everett put all his effort into preparing for the charity swimming event just to get close to me. He even approached the organizing committee about adding a 6.2-mile open-water challenge as an exhibition event.In his email, he wrote that the challenge was meant to push his limits and that it closely aligned with the event's theme.The organizing committee was only too happy to agree. After all, why turn down a free exhibition?When Maris handed me the event schedule, she pointed to the event and hesitated. "Ms. Winslow, do we need any additional safety measures for Mr. Langley's event?"I signed the form. "Follow the standard procedures. He's a professional athlete. He doesn't need special treatment."The starting gun went off, and Everett entered the water with several other swimmers.I sat in the viewing area as the event's sponsor representative.…Halfway through, Everett's stroke started falling apart. His pace kept speeding up and slowing down.A race official in a boat
When my mom called, I was in my office reviewing a draft of a merger agreement.Her voice was careful. "Tessa, how have you been lately? Have you eaten? Is it cold there?"I answered each question simply, my tone calm. I did not complain or act coy.She spent a long time easing into the subject before finally saying, "Everett has been going crazy trying to find you. He comes by the house every day. He's gotten so thin I barely recognize him. He says he knows he was wrong. That Elara is no good. She's already been kicked off the team—"My mom and Everett's parents had been neighbors for decades, and Everett and I had grown up together. She had always thought it was only natural that we would end up together.I had also complained to her before about how far Everett and Elara had gone with their attempts to treat my fear of water.However, my mom had believed they were doing it for my own good. She had even told me not to be so ungrateful.When it became clear she was about to d


















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