9
“Thank you, again – for saving my life,” Ross said.
A wave of warmth swept through her at Ross’s murmured admission. Shadows cast by the trees danced across his face. They stood near the edge of the forest. The rock-strewn bank had turned to dirt. They would be entering the forest again. She had stopped, needing time to gather her wits about her and take a moment to appreciate that they were still alive.
Her hands unconsciously twisted in the fabric she was holding and she looked down at his jacket and sweater that she was carrying. She’d never returned them after the incident on the other side of the river. Instinctively, she looked back at the bridge. From this side, she could see it clearly.
She bit her lip and turned to look ahead again. “I promised I would,” she said, meeting hi
