I made a decision without fully thinking it through and plunged into the water. The cold was a shock so sharp it felt like knives against my skin and stole the air from my lungs, my muscles locked up instantly but I forced myself to move along the edge, water up to my thighs, then my waist.
If they looked down, let them think I fell and drowned probably….
I bit down on a sob that tried to claw its way out of my chest.
Oh my gosh Aaron.
The thought of him still up there fighting, maybe outnumbered made guilt twist so hard I felt sick.
I moved until the bush thickened enough to cover me, then I climbed back up through branches that scratched and tore at my soaked clothes.
I crouched low, heart hammering, trying to listen past the rushing water, the voices above sounded angry and that sound alone made something inside me crack
I waited for a sound... a gunshot mayb? For Aaron shouting my name…. For anythin just anything.
