Chapter 11
Nick stared at the ceiling.
It was the same ceiling he’d been staring at for days. He didn’t know how many days he’d been here. And he didn’t care. The only thing he knew for sure was he’d never see Todd again. He was dead.
“No! Please, no,” Nick begged, pleaded, from where he was restrained in a wagon full of other survivors.
It hadn’t been the rocks. If he’d died in the rockslide Nick probably could have dealt with that. Todd had died because of Nick. He’d panicked, been stupid, and Todd died because of what Nick had done.
Rolling to his side, Nick let the tears fall. Wrapping both arms around his middle, he curled in on himself, unable to stop the memories from flooding his mind. After the rockslide, people came. He wasn’t sure how long it’d been since the quake or how l
