Then someone shot to the surface next to her.
Tyson!
Relief filled her.
He was okay!
But as he drank in deep gulps of air, worry replaced the relief she’d felt.
What had happened down there?
“Get . . . to . . . the boat.” His voice sounded hoarse as he nodded to the boat behind them.
She stared at him. “You’re coming too?”
He nodded.
Good.
But where was Wes?
Just then, Tyson disappeared under the water again.
Wes had pulled him under, she realized.
She couldn’t leave him.
She needed to fight back.
Lord, give me the strength and courage. I’m begging You. Please!
Taking a deep breath, she dove under the water.
She could see nothing.
But she felt her way around.
Her hands connected with something.
A face.
Tyson’s or Wes’?
Based on the hair, it was Wes.
Using all the strength she had left, she began to pull his hair.
Hands grabbed her arms to stop her.
She didn’t, though.
As the current tried to pull her back, she kicked with all her might.
Her foot connected with Wes’ face.
Then everything felt still around her.
Hands tugged her back to the surface.