I help settle Ryan into a comfortable position and wipe the soot from his face. He’s still unconscious and the sight terrifies me.
“I think a few of us should go back to get the boat from the harbor,” I say to the group.
“Why?” Molly questions me.
“Because the river runs all the way to Indiana and we know we’re safest on the water.”
Zeke consults the map. “She’s right. The Maumee River would take us on for miles but it goes through some built-up areas.” He points to where the river diverges at a place called Grand Rapids, heading due south almost all the way through Ohio. “This river would avoid all the large towns.”
“I don’t want you to leave, Brooke,” Bree says, her bottom lip quivering. “And what about Ryan? What if he wakes up while you’re gone?”
“She’s right,” Ben says. “We shou
