The children remained scattered across the gardens, too busy arguing over imaginary dragons and fairy tales to notice.
I didn’t think.
I ran.
The cold water swallowed my shoes as I splashed toward him.
I couldn’t swim.
I knew that.
But leaving him there wasn’t an option.
Near the shoreline lay a long fallen tree branch.
I seized it with both hands and pushed farther into the lake until the freezing water reached my waist.
“Take it!” I screamed.
Romeo’s movements were growing weaker.
His head disappeared beneath the surface.
Then, at the last possible second...
His hand broke through the water and caught the branch.
I planted my feet into the muddy lakebed and pulled with everything I had.
He was heavy.
Far heavier than I had expected.
The branch bent dangerously.
I slipped.
My feet disappeared beneath me.
For one terrifying moment, I thought we were both going under.
Somehow...
I found my footing again.
With one final desperate pull, I dragged him close enough to grab hold of his shirt.
I hauled him toward the shore inch by agonizing inch.
Just as we reached the bank, my stomach slammed against something sharp hidden beneath the water.
A jagged piece of rusted metal.
Pain exploded through my abdomen.
I gasped.
Warmth spread beneath my dress.