buckled under an
od from the fra
silently, clutc
p a heavy wrench. "They're no
knew it w
small, round porthole, barely big enough for a perso
e and terrible, f
singly calm. "Your necklace. T
Mom, with the instruction that it was for her first granddaughter's wedding, or
s wide with a dawning und
om. There'
ped the heavy diamond pendant. I
. "It leads to the emergency raf
thole, then back to the groani
's island. It's not far. He has a
eaming down her face. "I can'
g swimmer. But I understood.
said firmly. "I'll stay. I'
e. That's al
in, a sliver of light
, pushing Mike tow
full of anguish. "Sar
Protect Mom.
m, then back at
the porthole. Sea
'm coming ba
ly, squeeze through the narrow opening. She clu
e you,
you to
, a splash in the
climb out. "Get
ening, the tool room door burst
with machetes, filled the d
saw them. His face
n't he
thole, landing on his feet inside t
no!" I
porthole. "Go, Sarah! Get ou
ed at th
the shouts and sickening thuds fr
water and sur
t a few feet away. Mom was already
bs heavy, my h
ike's roars of
rrible, fi
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