The pool lights glowed soft blue under the water.

I showed up late the next evening on purpose. The team had already left. The deck was empty except for the low hum of the filters and the occasional drip from the diving board.

Nolan was in his office when I walked in. He looked up from his desk. His eyes moved over me in my swimsuit. He didn’t say anything about the time.

“Warm up,” he said.

I dove in. The water wrapped around me, cool and familiar. I swam hard, pushing through laps until my arms burned. Every time I turned at the wall I saw him standing on...