“She’s breathing,” Logan announces, “but she’s still unconscious.”

Hannah thinks this seems like a good place to stop filming. She presses the red button and pockets her phone.

Logan puts his arms under the girl and lifts her. She’s in a one-piece suit, and her arms and legs flop like pale, boneless noodles. Logan rushes past Hannah and the girl’s sister. He places the girl down in the boat.

“Everybody in,” he says, taking the sister’s hand and helping her into the boat. He takes Hannah’s hand, and before she knows it, she’s sitting in the boat next to the unconscious girl.

“I’m going inside to call an ambulance,” Logan says. “Hopefully they’ll meet you at the parking lot.”

Hannah opens her mouth to say they’ll wait for him, but then stops herself. As if he can read her mind, Logan says, “You’ll waste valuable time if you wait for me. I’ll run down the path and meet you there.”

The boat pilot needs no more instruction. He yanks the starter cord and the motor fires up. He presses the throttle and spins the boat in a tight arc, aiming it back the way they came.

As the boat speeds away, Hannah cranes her neck and watches as Logan runs into the cabin.

CHAPTER 4

THE PARAMEDICS LIFT the unconscious girl and place her on a stretcher. Hannah and the older sister watch from the dock. The pilot of the boat stays in his seat, out of the way.

“My dad told me to take care of her,” the sister says to Hannah. “But when she didn’t come up, I just panicked. I didn’t know what to do.”

“She’s going to be okay,” Hannah says.

The girl looks up at her with puffy, tear-filled eyes and says, “Is she?”

Hannah puts her arm around the girl. It’s not a gesture Hannah would normally be comfortable making—always the professional asking questions, not the friend providing comfort—but it seems to be what the girl needs. She collapses into Hannah, beginning to sob.

The paramedics roll the stretcher down the pier, toward the parking lot and the waiting ambulance.

“Come on,” Hannah says, and she keeps her arm around the older girl as they follow.

The paramedics put the girl inside and begin to work on her: putting an oxygen mask over her mouth to help her breathe, placing an IV in her arm. When they’re about to close the doors, Hannah says, “Can her sister go with her?”

The paramedics look at the girl under Hannah’s arm skeptically.

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen,” the girl says.

For a moment, Hannah thinks the girl must be lying. She barely looks old enough for high school.

“I’ll call my dad when we get to the hospital,” the girl says. “He’s in town already.”

“Okay,” the paramedic says, relenting.