CHAPTER THREE
LOGAN
It amazes me at how well Skylar swims for her age. You can really tell she loves the water by the way she never wants to get out.
“C’mon, honey. We have to get going.” I hold the towel open for her, but she ignores me. There are other parents standing near me, all trying to get their children out of the kiddie pool they’re allowed to swim in once lessons are over.
“Once Mary is in the water, it’s nearly impossible to get her out too,” a woman standing near me says. It takes me a moment to realize she’s speaking to me.
I turn my face and look at her. She’s smiling wide at me, and she takes another step closer.
“The trick is to pretend you’re leaving without them. Mary gets out as soon as she sees me walking out.”
I raise my brows, wondering if that’s some kind of
