My Husband Pushed Me Off Our Yacht, But He Didn’t Know I Had Learned To Survive The Water.
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Chapter 19
Years later, I swam in the ocean.
Not far.
Not dramatically.
No cameras.
No audience.
Just me, my instructor, and a calm morning off Miami.
The water was blue instead of black.
I floated on my back and looked at the sky.
For one second, fear touched my throat.
Then passed.
I whispered, “I’m still here.”
The water held me.
Not kindly.
Water is not kind.
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But it held me because I had learned how to move with it.
That was enough.
