Chapter 11
I could feel Noah approaching, but he was still quite far away. Although I couldn’t wait to see him again, my head was spinning and I felt too disorientated to hurry. The tiny creek that ran from the cave to the river was full of spiky reeds and tumbled rocks and it took a long time to reach the muddied embankment that cut down to the river I knew so well. One look at the dark swirling water—and the canoe that was on the wrong side of it—almost convinced me to turn back. Luckily, Eden had done nothing to take away my stubborn streak, so I wobbled my way across the mosaic of river rocks and plunged into the icy water. The river was very angry. Not even any fish came to say hello. By the time I scrambled out on the other side I felt so cold I thought my bones might crack, and eve
