Chapter 61 Jane
Jane
I can’t get her scream out of my mind.
And the sight of her being pulled to shore, blood leaking from her head. Her body motionless.
I was motionless, too. After hearing her scream, seeing her smack, headfirst, into the tip of the canoe, the boat jutting out from under her after she hit it—like a toy boat in a child’s bath—while her body lolled into the river, blood spurting from the gash, my knees buckled. I felt like I was gonna be sick.
Like having a nightmare where you’re chased but not able to run from the bad guy, I couldn’t budge.
I looked back over to the boathouse, saw that the metal doors were cranked open just so. Enough room for the canoe to have made its way out.
And the ambulance, the cops, just everything, were all too much.
Tommy kept screaming, asking, “Is she gonna live?”
At least she was breathing.
But she wasn’t moving.
Luke’s face was so white, I thought for sure he would puke, but he kept it together. Drove us both home in his Camaro because no way I could drive Pa’s truck with my hands quaking like they are.
And I know that, at any second, the phone is gonna ring with news. An update.
Please let her be alive, I quietly pray.