“Damon, man . . .” He almost hyperventilating as the water rose to our chests, slowly consuming the car. “We gotta . . . we gotta get out of here. I can’t . . . I can’t . . .” He started feeling the roof and searching, looking everywhere for anything he could find, gasping in short breaths. I turned from Winter, gripping his face in my hands. “Just breathe,” I told him. “Trust me. We’re getting out of here.” He met my eyes, starting to break down as his chin trembled. “Please, don’t . . .” he begged. “Please don’t leave me.” I clenched my jaw, shame washing through me all over again at what I
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