I learned later from my mother that after calling the police and an ambulance, she'd called Leon too. He was on his way to the train station.She asked if he was still in White Bay, told him I'd been attacked at the memorial garden, and urged him to help.His car happened to be passing the garden's north gate.With the bond gone, he couldn't sense that I was in danger anymore. It was my mother who told him where I was.In the water, all I could hear were the joggers on the boardwalk shouting.A life ring was thrown down and landed a few strokes away from me.I could barely lift my arms anymore.I pieced together what happened on shore from witnesses after I was rescued. Clara dropped the brush and tried to leave, but the garden caretaker stopped her.The man tried to run off along the boardwalk too, but two patrol guards who'd come running cut him off.When I looked up again, Leon was there.He pulled off his coat, grabbed a rescue float, and went into the water from the ramp closest t
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