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Freaking out wasn’t going to help my daughter or Colin right now.
“You drive,” I said. “Brock and I will search the water for the buoy.”
Brock squeezed my shoulders as Seth fired up the boat.
“You trust Marshall, Emma. Trust him to bring your daughter home.”
“I do trust him,” I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. “But he’s not superhuman. There are limits to what he can do against the currents.”
People died every year on Lake Michigan from the lake currents.
They could be brutal and deadly.
They weren’t static, and Seth could only make a guess as to where my daughter and Colin would eventually pop up.
“He’s probably as close to superhuman as you’re going to get,” Brock answered as we moved to get into position to search the surface.
The two of us moved apart so we could see different areas and get a good view.
My hands were shaking as I gripped the railing, but I kept reassuring myself that Colinwoulddo everything possible to save our daughter.
Chapter 28
Marshall
One moment I’d been beside my daughter exploring the exterior of the shipwreck.
A nanosecond later, she been swept away from my side.
Every reaction after that had been automatic.
I’d been diving most of my life, and I’d run into almost every conceivable emergency.
But there wasn’t a damn thing that could have prepared me for losing sight of my young daughter under the water.
I’d motioned to Seth on autopilot to go call for help, and then I’d allowed the current to carry me in the same direction as my daughter.
It hadn’t been a particularly strong current, but it had been enough to sweep Wren away because it had probably taken her by surprise.
Fuck!It had been incredibly calm when we’d entered the water.
Relief flooded over me as the current started to dissipate and I saw Wren struggling at the bottom of the lake.
She’d somehow ended up wrapped in a shitload of rope that was coming from an anchor at the lake bottom.
Thank fuck that she hadn’t gone into a full-blown diver panic and ripped herself out of her gear.
I’d seen diver panic. When a diver got disoriented, it could lead to potentially erratic and irrational behavior.
I grabbed Wren by the shoulders and forced her to look at me.
Her eyes were wide, and I knew she was a little confused, but she stopped struggling frantically with the rope around her body.
I flashed her the diver’s sign forokay, hoping she’d understand that everything was going to be alright.
She slowly nodded and let me work on getting her free from the rope.
As I slowly untangled the rope from her body, I could understand why she’d been struggling.
