The Silence After the Storm

Submerged under deep water, I listened to the thudding of my heart. I held my breath as long as I could, counting in my head. One...two...three. I didn’t want to come up, but I knew eventually I had to. I wasn’t some pro at holding my breath underwater, but I was good at it. I came up for air, swimming to the edge of the pool. When there is someone waiting for you, you have to come up...