Plans rarely survive the reality of the moment.
Selena’s aptitude for learning was formidable. Within minutes, she had mastered the rhythm of the leg kicks and the sweeping motion of the strokes. As her movements became fluid and confident, her natural daring resurfaced.
Even without her sight, she felt secure. The pool was surrounded by the plants Silas had selected—species with long, supple branches that acted as a safety net. With Adrian by her side, the double layer of protection allowed Selena to reclaim a part of herself she had buried since going blind: her effortless, untamed confidence.
“Adrian,” she called out, gliding along the edge of the pool. “Let’s race. But since you’re clearly the expert here, give me a head start. Half a length, then you can try to catch me.”
“Fine,”
