“Tell me about the shipwreck,” he says. Instantly, I'm transported back into that cold ocean, disoriented and deprived of oxygen as powerful waves commanded my body. “It’s all kind of a blur. I remember the terror the most and feeling so disoriented. But I saw you there floating, and I tried calling your name, but you wouldn’t answer. I swam to you and saw that you were unconscious and bleeding. All I could think about was the sharks.”
