She floated too.
“Because my body is a good body. Just like yours. And I don’t want to hide it anymore.”
She waded in, gasping at the cold, and when she was waist-deep, she stopped. The water held her. Mira was farther out, floating on her back, face turned toward the sky. Lena looked down at her own body, distorted by the rippling water, and for the first time, she did not see a collection of problems to be solved. She saw a vessel. A survivor. A map of a life that had been lived.