Chapter 1: The Deep End of Blood
The water was a freezing, suffocating weight, pressing against my lungs with the density of liquid lead. My chest throbbed with a hollow, sickening ache—not merely from the brutal impact of hitting the surface, but from the raw, jagged realization of the betrayal that had sent me falling. It was a betrayal that struck with far more devastating force than my mother’s closed fist against my jaw. I drifted there, suspended in a chlorine-scented purgatory, teetering on the precarious edge of consciousness. Above the surface, muffled by the churning blue, I could hear them.
They were laughing.
