He tried to push the thought out of his head. Catherine could see he was torn. “John, we can’t free it from here.” “No. But I can get in the water and cut the net.” His throat was tight, but he was already sure.
He forced a shaky smile. “Remember that survival kit I packed? Never thought I’d actually have a use for it here.” She hesitated, worried. “Put on the wetsuit, at least. Even if it’s the short one.” He nodded and pulled out the wetsuit he’d packed just in case.