brave

Chapter 15

After the trial, I scattered my father’s ashes.

Not in the ocean.

Not yet.

I was not ready.

I took them to the small lake where he taught me to ride a bike nearby.

The same park where he used to buy me strawberry popsicles.

Marcus came.

My swimming instructor came too.

So did Allison.

That surprised me.

She stood back respectfully.

After the ashes touched the wind, I opened Dad’s final envelope.

Inside was a photo of me at four years old wearing floaties, grinning in a pool.

On the back, Dad had written:

You were never meant to fear water forever.

I cried until my chest hurt.

May you like

Then I laughed.

Because of course he had one more note.

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