My sister smiled just before my little daughter slipped into the hotel pool. When I tried to reach her, my father grabbed my arm and refused to let me go.
My hands were still trembling. Chlorine had dried into my skin. My dress stuck to me, heavy and sour, but I did not ask for a blanket. Emily slept behind the curtain with oxygen tubes under her nose, a bruise spreading along her shoulder from where she had struck the pool edge.
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