“I prayed for it to be you,” I said quickly, needing to tell him all the things that I had saved up in my head since the boat. Since the drowning. When they said someone had been saved from the water. “I prayed for it to be you.” He choked out a sob and turned to look at me. “You d-did?” I nodded. “I promised God I would do all the good things in the world if he brought you back.” I beamed at him. “And he listened.”
