“Acker doesn’t let go of me. Not in the center of the storm and not when we breach the veil of the storm’s eye. Not when the boat feels like it’s going to be ripped apart at any moment and we’re going to go overboard. He never lessens his hold, not even when his arms shake. He never lets go.”

“Acker doesn’t let go of me. Not in the center of the storm and not when we breach the veil of the storm’s eye. Not when the boat feels like it’s going to be ripped apart at any moment and we’re going to go overboard. He never lessens his hold, not even when his arms shake. He never lets go.”

— Rachel Schneider