“Cassius...”
“Are you stupid, or what? Is Miranda’s p*ssy that sweet?”
I opened my mouth to rebuke the vulgarity, but I shut it instantly when I saw the genuine, mocking bewilderment in his eyes.
He pointed a rigid finger at Miranda. “She won third place in the swimming meet back in high school. Or did you forget?”
I shook my head slowly, trying to push past the disorientation, trying to shove aside the terrifying possibility that Cassius was telling the truth. “That’s... not...”
“True?” Cassius completed for me, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Ask her then. She is right behind you.”
I turned slowly toward Miranda. She was already crying, her fists bunched together against her chest as if in a desperate plea.
“Can you swim?”
I hadn’t cared much for swimming meets back in high sch
