Chapter Twenty Eight
Rhett
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The water was cold. Where the trees fanned the lake with their branches, the umbrella effect meant the water below was far less than body temperature. My jeans stuck to my legs as I scrambled towards the upturned boat. I couldn't see Sam, and as I swam, aged shards of bark stabbed at me, and great tendrils of swampy lake growth pulled at my legs.
'Sam....' I heard my voice, thick, hoarse and urgent as I cursed the distance between me and the boat. Rocky had reached the shore and the poor dog howled, desperately trying to call aid. I grabbed the edge of the over turned boat, ducking under the water to keep a look out for her. But it was too murky, thick with green algae, dead vegetation and those vines that sniped at my ankles.
Then I saw bubbles,
