Chapter Thirteen

Kiera had once fallen into a public swimming pool when she was six years old.

The feeling was indescribable. She was young and helpless and everything about the moment terrified her although she got over the fear eventually when she grew up and learned how to swim. She was sinking lower and lower and her flailing limbs were of no assistance to her. Oxygen was leaving her lungs quickly and she soon ran out of air. There hadn't been time to cry for help. She fell in and she kept falling. She looked up and she saw how blue everything was from beneath the surface. She saw the legs of the other swimmers and she even saw toys at the bottom of the pool. It was one toy—a cheap red plastic car. She didn't know why she noticed it. She just did.

She was rescued by a stranger, someone who had seen her fall. She wasn't sure how long she was in the pool before the person reached her, but to her, it felt like she had been under the water for ages. Water hadn't gotten in her lungs, thankfully, and