“How did I get out?” My dad scratches the back of his head. It must pain him having to talk about this. “You wouldn’t have if that boy wasn’t so stupid as to jump in after you,“ he says, but there’s a hint of admiration in his voice. Worry hits me straight in the chest. “Is Brandon okay? Where is he?” “Brandon?” “You said he jumped in to save me. Is he alright?” My dad’s jaw goes slack. “Brandon didn’t save shit. That boy clammed up the moment you hit the water. Ambrose is the one who pulled you out of there.”
