Dany is the first to accept the inevitable.
Unlike the SUV, their old VW doesn’t have the driving power necessary to get them moving, not now that their wheels have come to a rest between two trestles. They’ll have to push – and that means that whoever pushes the car will have to walk over the terrible gaps between trestles. In the near-total darkness, they’ll have to walk fifty yards, stepping from plank to plank, while suspended hundreds of feet over the Fraser River. At this height, the difference between water and concrete is negligible.
Still, there’s no point arguing about it.
Eva finally gives up and shuts off the car. “I think we’re going to have to push,” she says.
“You better tape him up again,” Aunt Norah says, and Dany glances at her history teacher, taking in the damag
