Racheal got home, changed into a bathing suit, and dove under the swimming pool in their bedroom’s balcony.

Steffan stood watching her for a while, and announced he was going to get his swimming trunks.

Racheal barely heard him.

She stayed under the water, not wanting to think.

She remained that way, holding her breath, her lungs beginning to burn, until she suddenly felt strong hands pull her back to the top.

“I did not permit you to die,” he said.

‘I don’t need ...