Chapter 25
I STOOD ON the riverbank and stared at the tumbling water without really seeing it. The weak December sun did little to dispel the bite in the air, and I pulled the collar of my warm coat up to cover my ears. It was too cold to be standing outside like this, but I couldn’t spend another minute inside with everyone talking about last night. And I couldn’t walk around the grounds without seeing the red splotches of snow and other evidence of the battle that took place here.
Was it really less than sixteen hours ago that Jordan and I dragged ourselves from the river at this very spot? I looked down at the sloping bank and saw the gouges in the frozen dirt and the places where our hands had found purchase as we’d pulled our freezing, wet bodies over the top of the bank. Directly b
