“He’s shaking,” I told her. “Come here.” She came down on the floor, following my voice and crawling, and I took her arm, pulling her on top of him, both of us sandwiching him. “Get him fucking warmed up,” I told both of us. “You’re okay,” she said, straddling him and hugging his chest. “I almost drowned,” he choked out, his breath ragged. “Again.” “Shhh,” I soothed him, holding him, because that was all I could do. There was nothing that would erase what I did; I could only to hate myself more because I’d done it at all.
