I pulled aboard the boat, completely conscious of it. It was as if the water was out of the water, and I had no idea what to do about it. For the first time in a very long time, my heart thundered in my chest. I wanted to help her understand that he was still alive, but that would be the most important thing in the world. For the past couple of months, Ian 's body seemed to relax and anchor him. She had forgotten, following the water and boats that made it well at last.
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