Kendall kicks off his clothes and traces his toe in the sand below him. The breeze feels pleasantly cold against his bare legs, beneath his trunks. He paddles into the sea a few steps before diving into a wave. Once he's fully wet, he rolls over onto his back and cautiously lowers his head back into the salty water.
It's the first time he's been swimming since he fell off the inflatable in Tuscany. He used to love bathing in the sea, the feeling of freedom, being at one with the ocean. Here, he can forget the images of the last few weeks, of Shiv's uncharacteristic distress, of Roman looking like he wanted to throw up after Connor sent him photos of their father's body. Of Matsson's face, which he could never get tired of punching.
He's pulled off his speech. He's doing well, all things considered. He's googled painless suicide methods a couple of times in the last few days, but he knows that there aren't any.
He closes his eyes and breathes in the sea air as he floats peacefully on the water. Out here, he can barely feel the pain in his heart that he knows is permanent. For the first time since Tuscany, he feels free.