You Owe My Son a Life

Summary

As the only deep-sea salvage expert capable of executing a rescue at a depth of a thousand meters, I was handed a folder for a job worth ten million dollars.

Ten years ago, I dived into those exact same waters.

My son’s research submersible had suffered catastrophic structural damage on the ocean floor. He suffocated in the absolute, crushing dark, his oxygen slowly running out. I was hollowed out by grief back then. It was my husband, Zach, who held me through those endless, agonizing nights, anchoring me to a world I no longer wanted to inhabit.