Chapter Thirty-Five
Bryce groaned as his eyes fluttered open and he was forced to cover his eyes with one hand to block out the sunshine. He lay on his back at the bottom of the canoe in a puddle of rain water. Every muscle in his body ached. The musty odor of wet clothes permeated his senses. He shivered.
He lifted his head and saw his father wasn’t there. Elizabeth lay curled in a fetal position at the opposite end of the canoe. Her face was pale and her eyes were closed. Like him she was shivering and trembling. Her teeth were chattering and she was moaning softly.
He rolled over and rose to his knee then placed the back of one hand on her forehead. She’s burning up.
He looked around in the fog. “Dad?” he said hoarsely.
Ah, there they are…Oops. Dad? Margaret? His fath
