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Flynn
Hiking downriver would have been safer with the rain we’d had, but the canoe promised to get us away from Pa faster and without leaving tracks. Once he woke up—if he ever did—he would find the canoe gone and figure out where we headed.
At least we would have a full two days before he’d catch up to us.
The second I lost control in the river, however, I realized I’d made a mistake. I’d kept my promise to Saige, but I dumped her into the river, and the helplessness of losing her to the rushing water knifed through my chest.
“Saige!” I screamed again while fighting the current, catching sight of her hair swirling away, too damn far. I swam hard, the water pushing at my back, but she remained out of reach, the angry current whipping her away from me.
“Saige!”
She banged against
