Chapter TenAmy heard a pair of helicopters approaching.
The heavy beat of their rotors was almost as deep as the river’s rushing waters.
She tried to dig out of the brush bower she’d gathered over herself beneath the trees. Somewhere along the way she’d lost even that much capacity.
It turned out not to matter. Before they reached her, they turned away and were gone.
Amy curled up half on the brush, half under. Too exhausted to burrow back beneath the protective layer. She used what memories she could of Dustin to keep her warm.
But all she could recall was the gray Oregon rain on the frigid December day when they first met.
