TWENTY-ONE
Phuong crept across the third flooded section of road, hoping that the water wasn't too deep to cross. Warning signs on both sides of the road told of the dangers of being swept away – as if she needed the reminder. Hans and Ria might be dead now and she'd nearly joined them.
Her tyres made a crunching sound instead of the swish of travelling through the creek, and Phuong let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. She couldn't stop, though. She had to continue to the next roadhouse to tell them what had happened so they'd send help.
She just had to keep going. Over a bridge that rose out of yet another brown torrent, but this river hadn't reached the top of the bridge yet. She sped across the bridge and almost cried when the roadhouse came into view as she rounde
