The only thing I know with any certainty is that I couldn’t leave her. So I carry her. Seven miles on my back. All evening and into the night. Rain pelts me from every direction. Wind whips my hair into my face and debris into my eyes. More than once I lose my footing and stumble, my sheer desperation to bring Brynn to safety the only thing that rights our bodies before a dozen disastrous falls. My back feels, at times, like it will break. My legs ache. My arms burn. And still I carry her. All the way home.
