It was so strong, so detailed, that it felt like a memory. It jolted me, and I swallowed cold water, coming up spitting and sputtering. Had that happened? Had I just blocked it from my mind? There was water in my lungs again, and I kept trying to spit it out, but then I couldn’t manage anymore. The warm glow blurred things, even the panic that maybe I was the reason The Demon had hurt her. I was slipping under the waves.
