Chapter EightI was a good swimmer. At least, I usually was. Right now, I was the furthest thing from it. I was so shocked by what had happened that I had no idea what to do. My arms and legs flew out in all directions as I tried desperately to get my bearings.
God, help me!
If I didn’t get a handle on myself, I was going to drown.
I was so frantic I had no idea which way to turn. Where was the surface? The pool lights were so bright that I couldn’t tell whether they were just that or the lights coming from the garden above.
There was no way of knowing which way to try to go.
Disoriented. Confused. Scared.
I was suspended in the deep pool, unsure of what to do.
Then I felt a hand grip around my wrist.
It was a strong hand, oddly warm considering the temperature of the pool was braci
