"So what's the situation now?" Rosalind Lowell clutched her dress tightly, her heart twisting into a knot. All she could do was hope the search party wouldn't give up.
Skylar Morrison shook his head. "They've started to dredge the area."
Rosalind Lowell's legs went weak, and she grabbed a nearby table for support. Skylar Morrison wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry…"
Rosalind Lowell clutched at his shirt. "What are you sorry for?"
Skylar Morrison shook his head. "For not finding him. For letting you down."
Rosalind Lowell pressed her lips together and took half a step back to look at him. "He's the one who disappointed me, not you. He told me to grab the branch… I so wish he had been the one to grab it, and let me go instead. That way, when you all came looking for me, my death would have been worth it."
As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears again.
