Swimming is who I am.
Winning is what I live for.
No one is going to stop me from becoming the fastest swimmer in the world.
Not my dad.
Not my boyfriend.
Not even my own heart.
“You did it,” Dad says. “You’re there, Abby. You keep training and you’re one swim away from an invitation to the United States Olympic team trials.” He shakes his head, almost as if he can’t believe the words himself.
I feel dizzy. Because of his words, maybe. The way he is head is still moving. The way there’s cold creeping up my neck and making my head feel numb.
I suck in a breath. My heart pushes against my ribs. My lungs still ache. I want to smile at Dad. This is amazing. Life is amazing. First place. Trials. Connor.
Smile, Abby. Smile with Dad.
Only, now Dad isn’t smiling either. He looks dizzy. No—wait. He looks worried. I’m the one who’s dizzy.
I can’t breathe.