Beckett’s POV
The water swirls gently around us as Callie splashes her hands against the surface, sending tiny droplets glistening into the sunlight.
For the first thirty minutes, we play simple games. I pull her through the water like a speedboat while she makes engine noises, and we take turns floating on our backs, looking up at the white clouds drifting across the blue sky. Every laugh that escapes her feels like a small gift, a moment of pure joy that erases all the stress of the reality show filming surrounding us.
Eventually, we float over to the shallow ledge where she can stand comfortably with her head well above the water. She rests her elbows on the tiled edge of the pool, her chin resting in her hands as she sighs heavily.
A small, wistful frown settles over her face.
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