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Caleb wished he could stay at the bottom of the ocean forever. But unfortunately he’d been in a hurry and hadn’t grabbed one of the oxygen tanks that were recently filled. He still had half a tank, but that meant he was only able to spend about forty-five minutes in the water. Disappointing for his last night dive, but he was grateful for the time he had.
With a final look at the nightlife that had come out to join him, he ascended to the surface. As his head broke through, he turned his headlamp off. But as he swam to the large rock that he’d left his things on, something felt off. Like he wasn’t alone.
He wasn’t nervous—he could certainly handle his own against a drunk tourist. But he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it.
Because Caleb was doing something he’d promised himself he’d
