Eventually, the waves from her snapping jaws subside. She’s become nothing more than a puppet guided by invisible hands by the time the last air bubble is carried away. Her body softly sways from side to side in the current. It no longer moves on its own.
Now the countdown to pull off a miracle begins. My arms and legs strain to close the distance between us.
It takes four seconds to reach her.
I lose time when my hurt hand slips while pulling her in. One meager second doesn’t sound like much, but it could be the difference between life and death here.
Two more seconds slip away.
My numb fingers ca...
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