The water was supposed to be my secret. 

I’d waited until the last of the sunset bled out of the sky, until the automatic lights around the pool clicked on and turned the whole backyard into something out of a movie—soft gold glowing under the water, palm fronds whispering overhead, the infinity edge dropping away toward the city lights of LA like the rest of the world didn’t exist. My best friend Brooke was three states away at cheer camp for the next two weeks, and her divorced dad was supposed to be in Tokyo until Friday. The house was mine until then. The pool was mine. And for once...