CHAPTER THIRTEEN
June 19, 1937 ~ Dr. Steven’s Journal ~ The Pool. Good thing it was summer, because it was still chilly in the cave.
My heart was pounding. I am a good swimmer, but so was Henry. And maybe the woman who drowned was a swimmer also.
I sit and start to untie my leather boots.
I checked the knots in the heavy rope tied around my waist and followed it to where it stopped in the hands of the heavy-set man wearing the open-air overalls. The man nodded.
He had just shown up with the rope draped over his arms.
I nodded back and sucked in a deep breath. And blew it out. Sucked in another. And out. One more look at the man and I drew in a breath and stepped into the pool. There was no choice but to go in.
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Present Day ~ Noell hesitated at the door.
Hillcrest Homes. Room numb
