30
Saige
We found my backpack not far from the canoe which had cracked across the hull, but no trace of Flynn’s or the food sack. His rifle had also disappeared, probably resting at the river’s bottom.
My head and my face where Callan had hit me throbbed, but I fought to hide my pain, not wanting to worry Flynn more than he already was.
His head kept on the move, swiveling to watch around us, sometimes halting us for a few moments to stand and listen.
I clung to his hand, needing the warmth, the solid feel of him to keep me grounded. My mind ran amok, quickly exhausting me over thoughts of mistakes I’d made, part of me not wanting to call them so because I’d met Flynn and cheated on my husband even though the asshole deserved to rot in hell. The lack of guilt even bothered me, and I w
