Chapter 3
The grass grew taller the closer I got to the river.
“Harvey?” I called. “Harvey … is that you?”
The sad, mournful cry wafted gently across the still, dark night, soundless, but how could I not feel its pull? Every nerve ending in my body whispered: Hurry. Hurry before you are too late.
I ran faster, pushing aside the scrub brush.
“Harvey? Where are you, sweetheart?”
At last I reached the place where the waterline was supposed to drop. The wide, sandy beach where Adam had almost kissed me was now an angry, white deluge that bubbled and frothed like a pot of boiling water. Sometime during the night a rainstorm must have occurred upriver, for the flash flood licked at the top of the grassy edge.
The sound which had awoken me drifted across the river, only it wasn’t the churn
