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Surface Tension

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The padel court echoed with the rhythmic thwack of rubber against ball, a metronome counting down the final innings of a marriage. Elena watched from the sidelines, nursing a gin and tonic that had gone warm in the afternoon sun. David's back glistened with sweat as he smashed a winner past his opponent, turning to flash that grin that had once undone her completely. Now it just felt like performance.

Later, she floated in the infinity pool, the water cool against her skin while their golden retriever, Buster, paced anxiously along the edge. He'd always been the barometer of their household—David's dog really, though Elena had walked him every morning for seven years. Buster whined, sensing the underwater currents that had nothing to do with the filtration system.

"You're swimming laps," David said from the pool deck, lowering himself onto the chaise beside the cat carrier they'd brought back from the vet that morning. "Mittens needs her medication."

Elena kept kicking, her face submerged. The silence was better this way—muffled and blue, where all the things she couldn't say anymore could drift harmlessly to the bottom. She surfaced at the far end, gasping, and wished she could dissolve like salt in water.

"The vet said she has months, maybe weeks," David called out, his voice tinny across the water. "We should talk about what comes next."

He meant the cat, but he didn't. The pool became suddenly enormous, an impossible distance to cross. Elena thought about how they'd once swum naked at midnight in college, how brave and certain they'd been. Now she couldn't even walk across a pool deck without calculating each step.

Buster finally gave up pacing and curled up beside the carrier, resting his head on his paws. Even the dog knew when it was time to let go. Elena pulled herself through the water one last time, heading toward shore, toward the conversation they'd been avoiding for years, toward whatever came after the ending. She climbed the ladder, water streaming off her like the last of something precious being poured away.