To be honest, she's not feeling much of anything right now. His arm goes practically unnoticed.

"We were crossing the lake," she continues, eyes focused on him. Silently, tears begin sliding down her face to meet his wandering thumb.

"I thought if we... if I could get him to the other shore... we could run and he wouldn't... they wouldn't..."

She pulls in a breath.

"It was that damn motorboat. Didn't even take them an hour to catch up."