The rain beat down in torrents over Camp Beaver Hill. A full moon cast an ethereal glow over the lake, where a rowing boat was stranded in the middle. The piercing screams of a little girl haunted the night. The wind carried her cries for help as she fell overboard. Fear was the chill that ran through my spine. She could drown.
Suddenly, the cabin door opened, and Luke walked out. His blue eyes scanned the horizon, looking out at the rowing boat on the lake. He glanced over at me just as I was running up to him.
"It's Alicia and Dupree," I identified them. My voice cracked, from fear of what would happen to our campers. Dupree screamed for help. The rain cascaded from the sky, in a heavy downpour around us. They were stranded: two small kids. Helpless.
Luke didn't hesitate. He sprinted
