Vanessa finally spoke, her voice cracking. "I felt his hand slip. I felt it. I tried to hold on, Mom. I swear I tried. But the water... it was too strong. I thought I was saving him by taking him out there. I thought I was being the cool big sister."

And Vanessa? Vanessa disappeared into herself. She stopped going to swim practice. She stopped eating dinner with the family. She sat in her room, replaying the moment her grip slipped.

He reached down, plucked a tiny, pearly white object from the fabric, and held it aloft like a trophy. "The Eagle has landed!" he cheered.

She fished it out.

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