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Phuong woke up with cold feet. Not just cold, either – soaking wet. That couldn't be right. She jumped up and bumped her head on the ceiling, a painful reminder that she was in her car. Where there shouldn't be any water. Peering down, she saw dark water swirling in the footwell. How on Earth....
She glanced out the window, scanning the scene that seemed even more unbelievable in the pre-dawn light. Her car sat in a shallow stream so wide that she couldn't see the other side – or the bridge she'd crossed last night. As the light brightened, she realised what she was seeing wasn't a stream at all, but the return of the river that hadn't been home last night. Somehow, water upstream had come flooding down here and it was already over the wheels of her car. If she didn't get out of
