Chapter 58
“Give me your hand, Michael. Come on! You’ve got to try!”
Michael heard a voice that sounded like Ceinwen’s, but that was impossible, no more than his imagination, a hope-filled dream, as he knew he neared death. He wanted to move, but the debris was too heavy, and the little air around him was all but gone.
And Zoe, his sister…
He, like her mother and her father, had failed her.
“Michael, you’ve got to help me.”
Ceinwen’s voice again, and then he felt dirt being brushed from his face, a cool hand touching his forehead before his head was forcibly lifted and turned so the air could reach him. His mouth was forced open. Fingers pulled dirt from inside it, from inside his nostrils. Air, cool, cleansing air, rushed into his lungs.
“Michael, darn you, don’t you dare die on me
