DASH
Was she dead?
The instant relief that had flooded me drained away just as fast.
I stumbled backward, breath catching in my throat as the lifeguards laid her limp body on the ground.
My first instinct was to shove through the growing crowd and run to her, but my legs refused to move. They felt rooted to the spot.
Whitney's agonized scream tore through the night, tears streaming profusely down her cheeks. "My baby!"
I watched in horror as medics rushed in, taking over from the lifeguards. They worked frantically — chest compressions, breaths, checking for a pulse — doing everything they could to bring her back.
It was agonizing. Whitney kept sobbing.
Steven stood rigid, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful as he stared down at his lifeless daughter.
The boys formed a tight circle around the family, trying to keep the crowd back. But one person's eyes stayed locked on me.
Kol.
