What Stars Do

Hadley's POV

The footage was old. Grainy, the way home videos always were, colors slightly washed out, the edges soft. But I knew that pool immediately. I knew those bleachers, that smell of chlorine that used to live permanently in my hair, the particular echo of that natatorium that I hadn't heard in years.

And I knew her.

My mom stood at the edge of the pool deck in a yellow sundress, her hair