" see? I’ve let that go. We’ve had enough offense and punishment in this family to last a lifetime. Please, don’t try to make us suffer any more.” She stared at me in silence, and I think the truth of my words finally connected with her because her face slowly softened. In truth, only I had the key to any prison in my mind, but I didn’t want to see my mother suffer. My mother was beaming proudly. There was no way I could let her go to prison. It seemed absurd to me. I smiled at her. “I’m going to find Bobby.” I left them sitting in silence and made my way toward the lake to look for Bobby. Funny how the swamps looked so different to me the last two days. I had lived in fear of them—they were a part of my prison. But now I saw that it was my fear of the swamps, not the actual swamps, that had fortified that prison. There’s always something to fear if you think fear will keep you safe. Fire. Swamps. Alligators . . . Water. I’m "

― Ted Dekker , Water Walker (The Outlaw Chronicles, #2)