i gripped the back of his life jacket and turned my head up to the sky. i closed my eyes and felt the warmth and brightness of the sun in every pore of my face. sea mist splashed me gently. the smell of the ocean air was cathartic. my hair blew back behind me, knotting up with the salty sea air.
“do you trust me?” i asked,
convinced that, by now, he had to.