Swapped My Safety Clip for a Plastic Ring
My girlfriend, Zelda Malone, frowned. "You said you couldn't swim. Why mess with that worthless gadget?"
I'd told her about the device before, but she never believed me, convinced I was just pulling her leg again.
This time, I ignored her, pressing down firmly on the alarm.
By then, the cold, murky floodwaters had risen past my chest, swirling with mud and debris. Every surge threatened to knock me off my feet.
On the soft ladder, Zelda had climbed about a third of the way up, straining to pull herself higher. Ryan Hyde trailed right behind, hauling a massive waterproof suitcase. Two gleaming safety clips dangled prominently from his harness.
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