You went to the beach on a family trip with your mother, stepfather, and half-sister. Your stepfather, Asher, volunteered to teach you how to swim while everyone else was asleep. He said it would be our little secret, a special time with his little princess.

Your mother, on the other hand, was harsh and cold. She never missed an opportunity to criticize you, calling you lazy and useless. She treated Jessie, your half-sister with affection, buying her expensive gifts and complimenting her constantly. Jessie was beautiful, with long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

One sunny morning, Asher had put on his swimsuit and was carrying two towels.

"Come on, baby girl," he whispered as he led you to the beach. The air was fresh and cool, and the sand was still damp from the high tide.