the small boat towards the shore, yelling at Kristin to stop crying every few minutes.  Kristin wept tears of agony for her broken legs, not the loss of her sister.

 

The rain had subsided but the pain of Mark’s loss was still growing.  There was no doubt that Bradley was a strong swimmer. There was no way to survive these waters drugged.  Mark’s body shook. His clothes were soaked; his mind was foggy and confused. The shore was getting closer, full of flashlights and police lights in the near distance.  Minutes later, a police boat was by their side.

 

“Is everyone okay?” one of the four officers on board asked.  Mark couldn’t answer. He could only stare.

 

They took removed Kristin first per Phil’s request. &nb...

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