“You need some dark clothes,” Tessa said to herself later that night. The hours had passed impossibly slow that afternoon, as Tessa literally had no one to communicate with. She could’ve spent hours texting Ron in the past. Or Janey. Or Mom.
Her chest had gone tight then, and she’d put on her swimming suit, left her phone in her room to charge, and gone down to the tiny swimming pool at The Sandbar. It only stretched twenty feet long and maybe ten wide. It had been fully fenced and shaded, with the sound of the surf coming from the beach close by.
She’d been alone there for a while, and then an older gentleman had joined her. They hadn’t spoken, but he looked happy with a quick smile and plenty of gray hair. He’d swam the length of the pool, back and forth, for at least a half an hour, w
