Chapter 3

"But the reservoir is so deep..." Tommy suddenly cried, his voice breaking. "Rosa's hands were tied. She can't swim up."

Children always saw things more clearly than adults.

Drogo slammed his hand on the table, annoyed. "Shut up. If you keep crying, I'll throw you in there. She knows how to swim. She always gets out of the tank, doesn't she?"

Jasmine quickly picked up a piece of rib and stuffed it into Tommy's mouth. "That's right. Why are you worrying about her? Even if she dies out there, that's on her."

I stood quietly in the living room, under…