“I want to take in the sun here.”
She frowns. “I’ve had enough. I want to go back.”
I stare at her. So much for this dreamy summertime world where my wife doesn’t fight me every chance she gets.
We’re back to harsh reality now.
“It’s not time yet. We’ll go back when I say so.”
She narrows her eyes. I see that familiar fire flare again. I’m ready for her to start arguing.
Instead, she turns from me and clambers onto the boat’s bow.
“What the f**k are you—”
Before I can finish my sentence, she’s diving right into the ocean.
I rush to the edge, ready to jump in after her when I see her resurface.
She doesn’t look troubled in the least. Her hair floats behind her in the water as she glides seamlessly along the gentle wavetops in a smooth breaststroke.
She doesn’t look back. Not even
