“Without the safety of the flotation device, or the pool bottom beneath her feet, Makayla was suddenly drowning in fear.”

—  Lis Wiehl

Source: Heart of Ice A Triple Threat Novel with April Henry (Thomas Nelson), p. 299

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American legal scholar 1961

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