CHAPTER TWENTY
The bright yellow ambulance was waiting for them on the coastline. Emily could see its flashing lights as they cut through the waves at speed. But every second felt like a minute. Every gasp of breath her father took sounded like it could be the last.
Emily was still crouched on her knees beside Roy. The erratic motion of the yacht had caused ocean spray to come overboard, and her knees were drenched as she knelt in it. Daniel had Chantelle in his arms. The little girl wept, peeking through his arms at the sight of her beloved grandfather struggling for breath.
Finally they were in spitting distance of the shore. Two paramedics stood waiting, wearing navy-colored jumpsuits and blue gloves; a woman with dark hair in a high ponytail and a man with a shaven head and large su
