I reached for his hand just as he went under again.
My hand closed around his wrist, and I jerked him toward me.
He came up, coughing and spluttering, lips turning blue.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”
The water was only waist-deep, but it felt like drowning anyway. My legs were numb.
Somehow, I dragged him back. Somehow, we made it to the shore.
Somehow, we made it to the shore.
He was coughing, gasping, shivering so hard his teeth chattered. I wrapped my arms around him and stumbled toward the bus.
The kids were pressed against the windows, mouths open, completely still.
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