Chapter Sixty-Eight
Xavier When I wake up, I'm sinking. My head feels funny. Like someone put my brain into a blender and liquidized it. I think I was unconscious for a few seconds; I don't know for sure. After I hit my head on the edge of the canoe everything went hazy. I try to move my arms, but they don't want to work. Neither do my legs. I'm able to move my eyes around a little bit, but I don't see Olly— the last time I saw the counselor, he was clinging desperately to the canoe, the gun knocked clean out of his hand. He's not in the water. I think he managed to swim away. Part of me hopes he did— as much as I hate him for landing me in this shitty situation, I don't want him to die. The motorboat's white hull shines like a full moon above my head, a pearl in an oyster of dark water. I keep my eyes
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