He swallowed with difficulty.
“My name is Andrew,” he whispered.
My stomach knotted.
“My name is Claire,” I replied. “And you’re coming with me.”
“Am I going to die?” he asked.
My stomach knotted.
“No,” I said. “Not today.”
“Where is your band?”
He slipped. I caught him.
“Hold my hand,” I asked her.
He clung on.
“Where is your group?” I shouted.
“We were hiking. I turned back.”
“School!” he exclaimed. “We were out hiking. I turned back.”
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