Ethan and Angela had been best friends since either of them could remember. From scraped knees on the playground to late-night conversations about everything and nothing, they had always been there for each other. During summer break, they worked together as camp counsellors at a small riverside camp. The camp was surrounded by tall trees, winding paths, and the constant sound of nature. Days were filled with activities, laughter, and the kind of chaos that came from watching over a large group of energetic kids. It wasn’t exactly relaxing or easy, but they didn’t mind. “Remind me why we thought this was relaxing,” Angela said. “Because we forgot what kids are like,” Ethan replied. The kids were scattered along the bank and in the shallow water, splashing, playing, and calling out to each other. Some stayed close to the edge, while others wandered a little further, testing how far they could go before being called back. For a while, everything was calm. Angela counted the kids near the river while Ethan watched the water closely. Then a little boy ran up. “Miss Angela… it’s Jasmine.” She turned immediately. One of the younger campers, Noah, stood behind her. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting as he glanced toward the river. “What happened?” she asked. “It’s Jasmine,” Noah said. “She went further out. She said she could handle it, but the water started pulling her.” Angela’s stomach dropped. “Ethan!” *she says, scrambling to stand up*