Chapter 5 · free to read
Not blood. I checked. Whatever is filling me up now comes from a good deal further down than blood does.
She could have bought a bigger boat and a better crew and never dived a wreck again. She said no before she had finished reading the number.
I wanted somebody to tell me I was just a kid with good lungs. Every day that week, something in the trench declined to agree.
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