That day we were walking along the waterfront with the whole family. It was very cold, the water was icy, and a thick fog hung over the surface. We talked about how nice it would be, after the walk, to go somewhere warm, warm up, and drink tea. Nothing suggested what was about to happen.

When we walked onto the pier, my husband suddenly stopped and, looking at the water, said:

— I wonder how deep it is here?

— I don’t know, I replied.

He smirked, stepped closer, and said:

— Let’s find out. You can swim, right?

— Not now. It’s way too cold.

— But I want you to swim. It’ll be fun.