Chapter 8
In the women’s locker room, Riley undressed and slipped into her bikini. The scar on her leg was beginning to lose its redness, but it was still thick and ugly. They’d all seen it before. Until now, they just hadn’t known it was why she’d stopped competing. After pulling on a thick, white terrycloth robe and sliding into flip-flops, she opened the door and stepped into the pool area.
The room was warm enough. The pool where Le Roy and Rodolfo were doing laps would be eighty degrees. That was warm enough for some, while maybe too warm for heavy exercisers. Their crew would be swimming to relax, not break world records, so the temperature would be fine.
The underwater lights of the pool enhanced the mystical feeling of the bluish water. It gave off a faint chlorine smell, remind
