Elena's POV

The first thing I notice is how heavy the water feels.

Not cold. Not wet.

Heavy.

It presses against my chest like hands that will not let go, filling my ears with a dull roar that drowns out everything else. My dress wraps around my legs, dragging me down, clinging like it wants me to stay here. My hair floats around my face, blinding me, tangling in fingers that are not mine.

I kick.

Something grips my ankle.

I thrash harder, lungs burning, panic exploding in my chest so fast it ...