Monica phoned him that morning, informing him of the nightmares Anabella had struggled with the previous night. Upon hearing this, all he had wanted to do was be with her.
On previous occasions when he made it to the pool, his heart had ached for the tired and sad lines evident on her face from all the sleepless nights. He would watch her dive into the pool, relentlessly keeping up the pace, and when she was done practicing she would come out of the water as her sparkling self.
This was what he loved most, her ability to bounce back refreshed, as if nothing was wrong in her world. He wished he knew the whole story, but what he did know was that she didn't want him anywhere close to her house. Not that she was ashamed of him. He didn't get that vibe at all. Period.
He'd once mentioned it
