He waded deeper, scanning the water that came up to his thighs now, moving from side to side trying to keep from going numb. Tal was the only one who stayed in the water with the instructor, where he steadied Jem's abandoned board. Everyone else had moved to the beach to watch anxiously.
CJ's board was nowhere to be found.
Why hadn't Caz come up for air?
Could Jem save two?
Could she even find two?
CJ's paddle board shot to the surface like a cannonball about twenty feet from where he expected to see anyone. He felt that sand beneath his feet tremble and wondered if they would finally hear the tsunami sirens. The thought evaporated quickly when he saw three heads bob to the surface, the one in the center with arms draped over the shoulders of the other two.
He listened to the cheers
