Tears burned my eyes, blurring my vision. No no no, this couldn't be happening. He couldn't be dead. I wouldn't let him be dead.I used every ounce of strength I had left to straddle him, my thighs bracketing his hips as I positioned my hands over his chest. CPR. I'd learned this in medical school. Thirty compressions, two breaths.I started pressing down, counting under my breath. His chest was solid beneath my palms, still warm despite the cold water. That had to mean something, right? He couldn't be gone if he was still warm."One, two, three, four..."The compressions jarred my broken arm and I bit back a sob of pain, but I didn't stop."Come on, Rowan. Don't you dare die on me. Not after—" My voice broke. "Not after everything."Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen."Help!" I screamed toward the empty beach, the empty trees. "Somebody help us!"But there was no one. Just me and Rowan and this godforsaken island.Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.I bent down, tilted his head back, pinched
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