“We have to get out. I have to get you out,” Kit pleaded with Ruth. Ruth laid a wrinkled hand on Kit’s cheek and waited until she had her attention. Ruth tilted her head with a small smile. “Going down with the ship means nothing to those two little girls, sweetheart. This is my choice. Not yours. I choose here. Now. With Ira.” Ruth pulled back, and this time Kit let her go. Kit stood there, numb, watching the old woman swim away, heading deeper into the plane.”
―
T.J. Newman,
Drowning