Danny’s face flashed behind my eyes.
Six years old. Pale. Water streaming from his mouth while I pressed on his little chest beside that pool.
I shoved the memory away.
“Don’t you dare die on me.”
Thirty compressions.
Two breaths.
Check pulse.
Nothing.
Again.
My arms started shaking. Adrenaline crashed against exhaustion. The ocean rocked the boat beneath us.continue reading …
