Muscular arms lifted her from the ocean’s depths; then her memories scattered, elusive as a kite cut from its string.
“Hannah! Wake up, Hannah!”
Drenched through and through, Bryson carried Hannah to the shore, but she lay unresponsive.
Nearby, Grace sobbed guiltily, “This is all my fault! If I hadn’t been so adamant about staying outside, Hannah wouldn’t be at risk!
Bryson! Please save Hannah!”
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Wet strands of hair stuck to their foreheads as Bryson, with his strong stance, bent down, his intense gaze fixed solely on Hannah.
Upon hearing the commotion, Melina rushed over and gasped, “What..
What’s going on here?”
After multiple unsuccessful CPR attempts by Bryson, he pinched her nose, preparing to administer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
“Maybe we should wait for medical help,” Melina advised.
Ignoring her, Bryson softly pressed his lips to Hannah’s.
Melina’s fingers clenched, her face barely masking her disquiet.
Why did a mere teacher deserve Bryson’s full attention?
“Cough! Cough!”
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Hannah’s eyes still sealed, she coughed forcefully, expelling a mouthful of seawater.
“Hannah!”
Her eyes flickered open, their focus wavering before settling on Grace. She mumbled, “Grace…”
Seeing Hannah regain consciousness, Grace immediately knelt down, grasping her hand.
“Hannah, I’m here”
A faint hum buzzed in her ear, and Hannah seemed slow to react, her hazy eyes meeting Bryson’s.
His eyes glinted even in the darkness, causing Hannah to squint as his face began to meld with that of the teenage boy who had saved her from drowning years ago.
“Mr. Mitchell.”
Without another word, Bryson scooped Hannah up and made his way to the hotel.
Worn out and cradled in his arms, Hannah soon fell asleep.