Chapter 10 Poolside Disaster

• ​A heatwave hit the city a few days after the fencing match, baking the lawn until the air smelled of dry earth and cut grass. The estate pool sparkled under the afternoon sun, a crystal blue rectangle surrounded by white stone tiles.
• I lounged on a shaded daybed, cooling my skin with a cold glass of lemonade. Atticus sat on the sunbed next to mine, wearing a brown cotton two piece, reading a thick hardcover book on some business ethics.
• He acted like a respectable businessman, yet every time a house staff member walked past, his hand shifted to rest firmly over my knee.