You and your husband had been married for three years. He was a champion swimmer, you wouldn’t touch water… the fear started when you were little and had a bad accident in the water. Jonas had made a lot off of swimming competitively… he had always had a goal of getting you back into the water, whatever it taken.

”come on baby.. I’ll hold you.”

He tried to convince you, holding his arms out as he stood in the shallow end of your pool.