The kid does as he’s instructed. He presses down on the throttle, and the propeller digs into the water, the bow lifting into the air. The boat surges forward, rising and falling, chopping into the water. It makes up the gap to the pier in seconds. The pilot cuts the engine at the last instant and yanks the rudder so the boat swings parallel to the dock.

Before the sidewall even touches the dock, Logan leaps out and dives into the water. He cuts the surface with hardly a splash. His action is so sudden that Hannah gasps.

The boat rocks in the waves it created, but the water is incredibly clear, and Hannah can see Logan under the surface, a blur swimming toward another blur.

The water must be glacially cold. Fed entirely from snowmelt, the lake is frigid all summer long, but this late in the season and this early in the morning, swimming would be like jumping into a bucket of ice water.

Hannah feels suddenly very helpless. This is an emergency, and she wants to help. What can she do?

You’re a journalist, her inner editor’s voice says. Cover what’s happening.

Now Hannah has a purpose. She hops out of the boat onto the deck, next to the girl. Hannah pulls out her phone, turns it to video mode, and begins to record.

A second after the camera begins to record, Logan bursts from the surface with the drowning girl in his arms. He begins swimming toward shore, holding one arm around her. The girl, maybe eleven or twelve, is completely limp. Her hair floats on the surface like strands of seaweed.

Hannah walks down the dock, filming Logan the whole time. She is on the bank when he comes up out of the water, holding the lifeless girl.

This footage is unbelievable, Hannah thinks. Then she feels ill at the thought. This girl is dying, and all she’s doing is filming what’s happening.

But she doesn’t stop. Her editor’s voice is in her ears, spurring her on.

Logan sets the girl down in a patch of grass and kneels next to her. He puts two fingers on her throat, checking for a pulse, and puts his head over her face, his neck turned so he can watch for her chest rising and falling and feel her breath on his cheek.

“There’s a pulse,” he says, his voice unbelievably calm. “But she’s not breathing.”

Hannah’s heart slugs in her chest. She doesn’t stop filming.

Logan tilts the girl’s head back and tries to give her rescue breathing. The girl’s chest doesn’t rise. No air is getting in. Logan puts his hands together, palms down, and presses on the girl’s abdomen.

Water bubbles up out of the girl’s mouth, and Logan quickly turns her on her side. Lake water faucets from her mouth and nose.