Starting over somewhere else.
Marlene never said goodbye.
I didn’t expect her to.
MONTHS LATER
The new pool took time.
Concrete had to be removed.
Damage assessed.
Sections rebuilt.
For weeks, my backyard looked more like a construction zone than the place Steve had left behind.
The children kept asking:
“Will it look like Daddy’s pool?”
That question hurt every time.
I always answered:
“We’re going to make sure it still feels like Daddy’s pool.”
Eventually—
the work finished.
On the first warm afternoon after reopening it, all four kids stood at the edge.
They looked at me.
“Can we?”
I smiled.
“Go.”
They jumped.
Four splashes.
Four voices laughing.
Water glittered beneath the Bellmere summer sun.
I stood near the edge.
Then knelt.
My hand rested against one section of the original concrete that had survived.
A part Steve himself had smoothed with his hands.
