She placed a hand over her dry, quivering mouth to control the shaking.
Noah lay still on the deck. A few feet from him, Carl lay sprawled out on the side deck. It was a m******e.
She took in a gulp of air through a trembling mouth. It’s over. They’re dead. We’re alive. Her eyes watered. That’s all that counts. We made it.
James wrapped and coveted her in his arms while steering the boat. His glossy eyes examined her. “You okay?”
She nodded, but couldn’t manage any words. She placed her arms over his broad shoulders. Carl’s body laid sprawled out on the deck, oozed blood from his head blending in with the orange-brown floor. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I had no idea he was going to come down here.” She laid her head on his chest and sobbed.
“It’s okay, baby,” he cooed, resting his soft
