Up to her chin, she kneeled in the shallow end and took a deep inhale and long slow exhale, so long it seemed impossible her lungs had gathered that much air, not balloons for birthday parties there below her ribcage, but hot air balloons, enough to attach a basket and float over hills. In the ocean, Katya dives. Treading water by the boat, we watch her slow her heart, go blank, and slip into the ocean.