17Maggie tucked her hands under her arms. Suddenly the damp chill felt like it had seeped bone deep. For some reason she felt a sense of defeat, because she hadn’t been able to untangle Katie’s dad from the debris. She hated leaving him out there in the murky water.
She wasn’t sure where these feelings were coming from. Bringing his body back to the girl wasn’t going to bring him back to life. It’d been over fifteen years since she’d lost her own father, and yet, she remembered all too well how raw that loss could feel for a twelve-year-old girl.
Cunningham had insisted that Delaney crawl into the ambulance when Katie had refused to get in. Not just refused but started screaming, arms flailing, bare feet ready to kick if anyone dared to grab her.
“I can’t leave without my daddy.”
Maggi
