Katherine Pulitzer who almost drowned when she was younger.
She was six or seven; at a country house over the winter months way out in the middle of nowhere.
Bored and restless she ventures outside, further than she should go, knowing nobody is going to notice she’s disappeared, at least not yet. She comes across a lake glistening with a thin layer of ice and she steps out.
It holds for a few more feet before it cracks underneath her.
She remembers going under the water; remembers the shock of numbing cold and the red hot pain burning on her finger tips from trying to claw up from under the ice.
She remembers, almost fondly, the days of attention that followed, how much her father doted on her after she just about made it back, blue and freezing and barely responding.
She thinks about it often. Remembers the split second the ice gave out under her.
