In movies the guy who almost drowned shoots up out of the water and into sunlight like a porpoise, gulping at the air so long denied him, relief writ large on his face.
When Driver first surfaced, six, seven years ago, it had been like that, only in reverse. Sunlight, air, and freedom - his impulse was to dive back in. He wanted the darkness, safety, anonymity. Needed it. Didn't understand how he could live without it.
Driven James Sallis
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