I am not fine. It takes every bit of my self-control not to clench her tight against me. Not to grip her tightly in my arms and shake her for terrifying me. The last two days, in which I did not know if she was alive or dead, have burned themselves into my spirit and left a scar worse than anything on D’see’s cheek. I cannot stop thinking about how she could have died down in that tunnel below the waterfall and I would have never heard her. D’see’s voice is hoarse from screaming, but I do not know if she was simply drowned out or if she screamed while I was gone outside, frantically looking
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