As for the injuries, they weren’t catastrophic – other than a broken nose, there was just a lot of bruising, on my face and on my flank. Bruises so deep they took days to reach the surface.

When I got out of the pool, blood was pouring down my body, down my chest and legs, the red thinning to yellow as it was diluted by the water.

I sat down on a white plastic chair and let it run onto the floor.

Aleks came over. He stood close. He reached out and pinched my nose shut, and I felt my nostrils fill with blood.

‘Does that hurt?’ he said.

‘No,’ I said, looking up at him. ‘I can’t feel a thing.’

Lou never told me how she convinced Julie Korsak to send her the file. That file would have exonerated her husband; in it, you can see me asking to attempt the dive, and you can see Aleks’s refusal.

I don’t know if Lou made promises, or threats; I don’t know if she found a weak spot, a tender spot on Julie Korsak’s person, and pushed it. All I know is that we ended up with it and Aleks didn’t.

I found it strange to watch that video, given the circumstances. It was weird to see myself through Julie Korsak’s eyes. It gave me a chance to feel the way she must have felt about my sister, about me. Hers was a different kind of anger than mine or Lou’s. It was pure, in a way. It was the anger of someone who knows she’s in the right.

I didn’t see the letter Lou wrote until many years later. But it was as excoriating as she could be. I have grave concerns about the suitability of this man, she wrote. She said she had reason to believe he’d behaved inappropriately. And now I’d received a serious injury under his care. She said he’d pushed me, pressured me, that he might have done untold psychological damage. She had reason to believe I wasn’t the first girl he’d hurt.

Was the club just going to let this stand? Let this man take young women interstate, possibly even overseas? Young women whose minds hadn’t formed, who were trusting and impressionable?

I suppose they never looked up Lou’s record regarding girls and the men who took advantage of them, because a disciplinary meeting was immediately called. Lou was invited. I wasn’t. Grace texted me: shit’s about to hit the fan.

I didn’t answer.

I waited in the Mercedes while Lou went into the meeting. I sat there with my bandaged nose and watched her striding towards the glass doors. I almost felt sorry for Aleks. He would end up like the piece of cheese that woman in the deli had fed through the machine, pulverised into dust.