I kept staring out across the lake, hoping to see some sign of them, but all I could see was a ripple in the water, where the boat had gone down. I just prayed they didn't get dragged down, or got caught under the boat, as we anxiously waited to see their heads pop up.
It felt like an eternity, when I noticed two figures cutting through the water, heading back toward the cottage. I grabbed Sarah's arm. "Look! I can see them. They're swimming back."
We watched Mya circle around them on her Sea-Doo, and cut the engine so they could grab the straps and climb aboard from the back.
"What's Matt carrying?" Sarah asked, as we watched the three of them get settled on the long seat.
"I think that might be my dad's old tackle box. I bet they dove down to get it, because I don't think Matt would
