By the end of the day, I never thought I would like to see my driveway in this small town. Practice had been miserable, Coach Tate took one look at my sunburned face and my hickies and wanted to throw me out of the YMCA. I wouldn’t have minded, but instead he made me do endless laps, not working on techniques, my butterfly still needed a lot of work.
When I got home, Mom and Dad were both already home and it was starting to get dark. I frowned feeling in my pocket, out of habit, for my cel