The weather turned without warning. A storm tore across the surface, and every vessel in the area was forced to evacuate.Griffin's support ship was the last to leave. However, his submersible never came back.The dive log showed that Griffin had pushed his craft past its rated limit of 3,000 feet two hours earlier. The positioning signal had gone dead at 3,480 feet.The final segment of his comms recording was his voice. The static was overwhelming, and the shriek of metal being crushed drowned out nearly everything, but I could still make out his words."Maren... Robb... Dad's here..."Then, the signal cut out.I sat alone in the equipment room, listening to that recording for a long time."That's enough."Brody turned off the phone.Three days later, the sea went calm. I stood on the dock and watched as the dive equipment was hoisted onto the boat, piece by piece."Maren, are you sure you want to go down today?" Brody pointed at the bandage on my arm. "Your wound—""I can
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