Kimora raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Midway through the race, Quin’s left arm faltered. A sudden cramp seized her muscles; the water surged up, threatening to swallow her resolve. In that instant, she saw Kimura on the side of the pool, his eyes locked on her, a silent promise passing between them. He raised his hand, not to signal a wave but to remind her of something they’d both learned as children: “When you feel the water pulling you down, think of something bigger.” FamilyStrokes.24.06.06.Kimora.Quin.Bigger.Than....
Quin spread a massive canvas across the floor, its white surface a promise. “We’re going to paint the whole story,” he declared, “from the day we met Nana in the garden, to the night we watched the fireworks over the lake, to… everything in between.” Kimora raised an eyebrow