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The Riddle of Us

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Elena sat on the edge of the hotel pool at 2 AM, her swimming costume clinging to skin still warm from the water she'd abandoned an hour ago. The hair she'd spent forty minutes perfecting for Marcus's company gala now plastered against her neck in wet ropes.

She'd left him upstairs. Their fourth anniversary. He'd spent the entire evening recounting the same baseball story from college—the one where he hit the winning home run—as if it were scripture. Elena had heard it a hundred times, but tonight, something in her chest had tightened watching him, this man who lived entirely in a past that wasn't even that remarkable.

Outside, she'd found herself swimming laps under moonlight, trying to remember the last time Marcus had asked her a question that wasn't about dinner or logistics. The water had been her answer—silent, absorbing, refusing to judge her for staying.

Now she sat on a lounge chair, the sphinx of her own life, guarding a riddle she was afraid to speak aloud: when had they become strangers who shared a bed?

A door opened above her. Not Marcus. His business partner, Julian, stepped onto the pool deck, still wearing his suit jacket. He held her hat—El's vintage cloche she'd left at the bar.

"You left this," he said, not looking at her. "Marcus is looking. He's... worried."

Elena laughed, a sharp sound. "He's worried about appearances."

Julian sat beside her, close enough that she could smell the whiskey on his breath. "He told me about the baby."

The words hit her like ice water. She'd told him yesterday, expecting joy. Instead, he'd suggested she schedule the C-section around his quarterly reviews.

"I'm not going back up there," she said, surprised by her own steadiness.

"I know," Julian said softly, and for a moment, something passed between them—not attraction, exactly, but recognition. Two people seeing the same terrible thing.

"Where would you go?"

"I don't know," Elena said, realizing it was true. The sphinx's riddle, finally asked aloud. "But I think I need to learn how to swim alone."