#Chapter 12-Swimming on Level 24

I feel a streak of embarrassment flush my face. God—the things these kids know and notice these days are crazy. And coming from the mouth of a toddler! I never would have imagined Tris knows what breasts are, let alone that her father was looking at mine. “It’s just an adult versus child misunderstanding,” I tell myself. There’s no way Tris actually knows what her dad was looking at. I clear my throat and cough to get us back on track, flipping through the clothes quickly to find a better outfit for her. Together, Tris and I pick out the perfect everything: swimsuit, swim cap, flip-flops, and goggles—a perfect set. She is absolutely adorable! I want to pinch her cheeks and tell her she looks perfect. However, I’m still very much a stranger to this little girl. I don’t have that relationship to be able to do that. Tris checks herself out in the mirror, swinging her hips back and forth to examine her entire look. She looks satisfied with