The sun was coming through the window of the cabin, shining onto the floor.

And right in Theo's eyes.

He didn't want to get up, because getting up meant facing the reality that he had left his dad to drown.

To save his own sorry hide from meeting the same fate.

His clothes were still damp, clammy against his skin. Theo was hyperaware of his heart beating in his chest, opposite his father's still, waterlogged one.

And then the tears came.

He hiccupped and sobbed, his tears sliding down the sides of his face as he came to terms with the realization that he was alone.

In the only building for miles.

In the woods.

And an unforgiving pool of cold and despair.