Chapter Nineteen
Hours passed. Or maybe just a few minutes. She didn’t know what time she had been taken to the bridge, so there was no way to know how long the wait for the sky to turn gray would be.
Her fingers went numb from gripping the moss on the roof long before the faint part of the sky visible through the smoke lightened.
Tears ran down Nola’s cheeks, but she couldn’t brush them away. Her arms were too heavy to lift to her face.
There were still people moving on the bridge. In the dim light she could see them like ants, carrying and pushing things from the broken bridge to the water.
Bodies. They were throwing bodies into the water. If they were disposing of the dead, the danger must be over.
Jeremy was hurt. He must be, or he would have come for her. Unless he was out with
