Charlotte’s POV
“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” Susan said.
I began to see her more clearly after she moved out of the bushes.
She looked fine.
There were no tears in her clothes, and other than the fact that she looked pale, you wouldn’t be able to tell that she had been through a harrowing experience.
“Why?” I asked her.
Susan offered me a guilty smile but didn’t move any closer to me. “Riley and I threw up in it a few minutes ago.”
My eyebrows rose, and I immediately stood up, letting the water drop out of my hands. I was thirsty but not enough to drink vomit water. Even if the slow current had already washed the vomit downstream, I wasn’t going to take any chances.
I walked over to her, and she offered me her hand, and I took it. Her hand felt a bit clammy, and up c
