One Was Lost
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From Natalie D. Richards, the New York Times bestselling author of teen suspense books, comes a pulse-pounding thriller about a group of teenagers being hunted through the woods, perfect for fans of Natasha Preston and Karen McManus.
While on a mandatory hike in the woods, a flash flood cuts off Sera and three classmates from their group with no way to call for help. But they're not as alone as they thought…
Someone is stalking them through the woods—drugging them, stealing their supplies, and inking words onto their skin. Damaged. Deceptive. Dangerous. Darling. Are they labels? A warning? As their hunter grows bolder, Sera must find the truth before the killer finds them.
The perfect pick for buyers looking for:
- Mystery books for teens
- Scary books for teens
- Edge-of-your-seat reads
Praise for Natalie D. Richards:
"As addictive as it is unpredictable. Natalie will keep you second guessing until the nail-biting end."—NATASHA PRESTON, New York Times bestselling author of The Cabin on My Secret to Tell
"Brimming with suspense and intrigue."—MEGAN MIRANDA, New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls on My Secret to Tell
Also by Natalie D. Richards:
Five Total Strangers
Six Months Later
Gone Too Far
One Was Lost
We All Fall Down
What You Hide
Natalie D. Richards
Natalie D. Richards writes books that will keep you up way past your bedtime. She lives with her family in Columbus, Ohio and when she’s not writing or reading, you can probably find her wrangling Wookiee, her enormous dustmop of a dog. Visit her on Twitter @natdrichards or at nataliedrichards.com.
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Reviews for One Was Lost
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I loved the idea of the flash flood cutting the group in half and something happening as a result. But this was over the top ridiculousness and way too much teen angst. I also couldn't relate to the characters. The only one that appeared normal was Mr. Walker. The main character was shallow and boring. Emily was interesting but we didn't get to know her and her situation wasn't resolved. This was like a book written about a traumatic event from the point of view of someone who read about it in the newspaper.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5In One Was Lost by Natalie D. Richards, a school sponsored camping trip turns deadly for the five teenagers and the two teachers accompanying them.
Plagued by endless rain, the senior camping trip soon takes a dark turn when Sera, Lucas, Jude, Emily and their teacher, Mr. Walker, are separated from Hayley, Madison and the other teacher chaperoning them, Ms. Brighton by flash flood. Planning to meet up the following day, the two groups set up camp and turn in for the night, but when Sera's group wakes up the next day, they are horrified to learn they've been drugged and their camp, along with all of their provisions, has been destroyed. Even more chilling are the words inked on each of the teens' wrists: deceptive, dangerous, damaged and innocently enough, darling. After finding Mr. Walker too drugged to wake up, they attempt to check on Hayley, Madison and Ms. Brighton but they are unable to cross the still flooded river. Climbing to higher ground, Lucas and Sera make a grisly discovery that convinces them the three have met a gruesome, and deadly, fate. The seeds of distrust between the classmates are soon sown, but in order to survive their frightening ordeal, the four teens must pull together if they are going to escape from the deranged stalker who continues to taunt them while leading them into danger.
Initially, Sera's biggest problem with the camping trip (other than the miserable weather and plentiful bugs) is keeping her distance from Lucas. She and Lucas were involved the previous summer until she inexplicably broke things off and began going to great lengths to avoid him. Sera bristles with hostility and their exchanges are rather acrimonious until they are forced to work together to try to save themselves and their classmates. Underlying their interactions is a simmering attraction that flares up at very inopportune moments during their attempts to flee from their attacker. (Seriously, if you're in fight or flight mode trying to evade a deranged killer, it seems somewhat ridiculous and highly implausible that you would even think, let alone actually act, on the impulse to flirt, kiss and moon over one another. Subtracted half a star for this unrealistic attempt to add in a romance.)
A newcomer to town, Lucas started off on the wrong foot during a soccer match and he now has a reputation as the school's resident bad boy. He is constantly in trouble for fighting but this only adds to his appeal for his female classmates. Working with Lucas on a project for a school play, Sera discovered his softer side as they spent time together outside of school hours. Their flirtation culminated in a relationship of sorts, but Sera pulled back without explanation due to her unresolved issues from her parents' divorce. As the situation in the woods becomes more ominous, can they set aside their differences and work together to try to save themselves along with Jude and Emily?
Despite being classmates, neither Lucas nor Sera knows Jude or Emily very well. Although Sera and Emily share a tent during the trip, they do not exchange confidences and Emily keeps mostly to herself. Jude is well-known for his musical talent, but he is a rather enigmatic figure. He and Emily gravitate toward one another due to their suspicions of the other members in their group. Will they be able put aside their mistrust long enough to help Sera and Lucas find their way out of the increasingly dangerous situation?
With plenty of suspense, a sense of urgency and shifting allegiances, One Was Lost is a fast-paced and compelling young adult mystery. The isolated setting is extremely creepy and the sinister events ratchet up the tension as the teens try to figure out who is targeting them and why. Despite having a fairly good idea about who is behind the attack, Natalie D. Richards throws in just enough twists and turns to keep readers guessing both the perpetrator's identity and the motive for the nefarious scheme. With pulse-pounding action and an adrenaline filled final showdown, the novel comes to dramatic and mostly satisfying conclusion. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I received this book free from goodreads in exchange for a review.ONE WAS LOST BY NATALIE D.RICHARDS is a young adult story (no I am not a young adult) where a group of seniors hiking in the woods with two teachers suddenly find themselves trying to survive, while being hunted by a seemingly unknown killer. The pace was fast as I continued to flip page after page following the group of four. I kept wanting to know where is the bad guy going to strike, who is going to die, will they even get out of the woods,which goes to the suspense in the book!As for the subplot of the book,the relationship of our two main characters, I'm not so sure it was really relevant or necessary to expand the past issues . Other than that, I really enjoyed the book,the plot and the ending. Who would have realized? (no, I'm not telling you who done it!) Read the book and find out. I think,even though as and adult you will enjoy this novel.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One Was Lost is the fourth book from Natalie Richards.A group of high school seniors head out on an end of year camping trip. An unexpected flash flood separates the group into two - on either side of the river. The bedraggled second group (consisting of a teacher and four students) beds down for the night, resting up for what tomorrow might bring. What tomorrow brings is a group that has been drugged, a teacher that won't wake up and words inked onto each teen's arm. Damaged, Deceptive, Dangerous, Darling.Uh, huh. There's someone in the woods. Playing games - with their lives."Lucas was right. This is a trap, a carefully constructed production. And we played our parts to perfection."One Was Lost absolutely brought a slasher teen flick to mind. The kind where you want to yell at the characters to not go into the woods alone. (and someone always does) Richards does a good job of casting suspicion on every character as the book progresses. Interactions between the four - who were not friends before the trip - also adds to the confusion and doubt. Who can they trust?And it wouldn't be a YA book without the obligatory romantic subplot. Our main character Sera has fallen for local bad boy Luke, but the path to true love is a rocky one. Very rocky if you're stuck in the woods with a maniac trying to kill you.The whodunit is a bit far-fetched, but provides a nice little twist at the end. But the journey there was an enjoyable, easy read.For me, YA fiction is fun escapist reading. One Was Lost was the perfect one night read for a dark and stormy night. (and the cover telegraphs that too) My only quibble would be the recommendation of One Was Lost by the publisher to fans of Ruth Ware's In a Dark, Dark Wood. Ware's work is an adult novel that really cannot be compared to this YA book. But I think teens will love it
Book preview
One Was Lost - Natalie D. Richards
Chapter 1
No one said anything about rain in the brochures.
Not that there were brochures. There was a handwritten sign-up sheet in the cafeteria, followed by permission slips recycled from ghosts of field trips past. I’m not really sure why I was expecting a world-class production. Must be the director in me.
I stumble under the weight of my pack, sloshing through a puddle. Cold water oozes through my boots and socks. So much for Mr. Walker’s plastic ponchos keeping us dry. I guess after six straight hours of rain, dry is relative anyway.
I hope you packed your dirty clothes in the plastic bags I handed out last night,
Mr. Walker booms from the front of the line. They might stink, but they’ll be dry.
The other girls cringe a little at the idea—all except Ms. Brighton, our younger, cooler teacher guide. She’s very Zen about these things, nodding along in her crystal earrings and mud-dyed Gaia Mother T-shirt.
I’m in the last half of the group, behind Jude with his ever-present earbuds and imperious gaze. Since I’m five-two, the back of his poncho is about all I can see, but it’s better than looking at Lucas.
Anything’s better than looking at Lucas.
Even behind me, I can feel him. Looming. Everyone’s tall measured against me, but Lucas is ridiculous. He towers. If there were actually a sun to be found in this Appalachian monsoon, his shoulders would cast a shadow you could hide two of me in. I have no idea what you have to eat to grow like that. Corn? Eggs? Small children?
I trudge onward, slowing to shift my backpack. The right strap is digging a painful trench into my shoulder, and I can’t find a way to move it. My poncho slips with the effort, and a river of icy water slithers down my back.
"Holy crap!" I say, arching in a futile effort to escape.
Keep moving, Spielberg,
Lucas says behind me.
I grit my teeth and walk on. If I respond, I might have to look at him, and I’ve worked very hard not to do that. I’ve not looked for sixty-two days. It’s a pretty good track record. I’m not going to wreck it just because he ended up on my Senior Life Experience Mission. At the last possible minute, no less.
Is this really top speed for you?
he asks, sounding like he’s on the verge of a laugh.
I stare at the line of backpacks and ponchos ahead of me, resisting the urge to snap back at him. I need to be the bigger person here. It’s not like I don’t know why he’s picking at me.
Still sticking with the silent treatment?
he asks. Gotta give it to you, you’re committed. Slow-moving as shit but committed.
OK, I’m bigger person-ed out.
I whirl around. I shouldn’t—I know I shouldn’t—but the words blurt out. Newsflash, Lucas! I’m moving as fast as I can. Not all of us are loping around with giraffe legs like you, so if you’re in such a rush, feel free to move ahead.
He steps closer, and it happens. I see him. Really see him.
Fricking crap.
He tilts his head until his face is visible inside his plastic hood. How does he do it? He’s just as wet and miserable as the rest of us, but somehow, he’s owning the hell out of a poncho that makes me look like I need a zip tie and a trip to the curb.
I should walk away, at least look away. Lucas is all sharp lines and hooded eyes, and I should have learned my lesson. Because standing here brings me right back to that night on the porch. My ears go buzzy with the memory of crickets singing and the backdrop of the cast party inside. My face tingles because I remember other things too—his scratchy jaw and soft mouth and my heart beating faster than it ever should.
My gaze drifts to his smirk and lead pools in my stomach. That’s what I’m really mad about. It’s not his teasing or the rain or anything else. It’s the fact that he turns me into the same fluttery mess I was all summer. He still turns me into my mother, and I hate it.
I try to move away, but he catches the edge of my poncho—keeps me facing him. Huh.
I cross my arms. "Huh, what?"
Look who suddenly remembers me,
he says softly.
Don’t.
I won’t,
he says, though his grin needs a parental advisory label. I didn’t then, did—
Lightning flashes, bright enough that we both jerk.
One Mississippi.
Two Mississ—
The sound that follows is like the sky being torn in two. It ends with a bone-deep rumble that rattles the ground and bunches my spine. I close my eyes and take a breath, yoga-slow. It doesn’t cleanse anything, so I try another.
Across from me, Lucas is searching the sky. I take the opportunity to turn and bolt ahead on the trail. Not that there’s anywhere to go. Away from him is good enough.
I plow into Jude’s back in my eagerness to escape. He spares me one millisecond of irritation, and then he’s back to pretending we’re all part of the scenery.
The trail widens here, or maybe the forest is less dense. Who knows? It gives me enough room to move past Jude until I’m next to Emily, my tent mate for the last two nights.
Emily looks back at me—a sparkle of dark eyes under her poncho—and her mouth twitches. Is she smiling at me? That’s new.
Some trip, right?
I ask.
She ducks her head. And that’s as close to a conversation as we’ve gotten. I sigh. We have three more days of awkwardness in the woods. Three. More. Days.
Hold up.
Mr. Walker is ultra-alert. Everybody stay right here. Don’t move.
Our single file line separates, students clustering into a group. The rain is a touch lighter now, and everything’s hazy and foggy. Mr. Walker clomps ahead while we wait. I roll my achy shoulders and try to ignore how damp and sticky I am under my trash bag poncho.
I can’t see much, but it wouldn’t matter if I could. We all look alike. I mean, Lucas is an easy spot, towering six inches over everyone here. Mr. Walker would stand out too if he hadn’t walked off—he’s the only one with an actual rain jacket, plus he’s got that bright-yellow plastic-sleeve-protected GPS strapped to his arm. I can’t see where he went though. Being short offers few advantages.
What’s going on?
Madison asks, turning to touch Lucas’s arm for the fiftieth time this hour. Can you see anything, Lucas?
Is something wrong with the bridge?
Hayley this time, I think. It doesn’t matter. Hayley and Madison are sort of interchangeable in my head. Like bookends. In a tent.
Ms. Brighton holds up a hand high enough that even I can see it. I focus on her short, decidedly not-earthy purple nails. Just hold tight. Mr. Walker’s checking it out.
She says that like it will solve everything. It might. Back in Marietta, Mr. Walker was a math teacher with bad breath and a collection of football bobbleheads. Out here, he’s Dr. Doomsday Prepper. He’s got enough gear in his pack to start a new society should we get lost. I glance around the sea of drippy trees surrounding us. Scary thought.
He’s checking the bridge,
Lucas says. Something with the ballast maybe.
Plastic rustles as Madison clings harder to his arm. Are we going to die? Oh my God, I can’t die out here.
Ms. Brighton laughs. No one’s dying. Native Americans lived in these forests for generations.
Lucas snorts. Uh, last night, you said those same Native Americans still have guru ghosts running around. Driving hunters off cliffs.
She smirks. Guru is a Sanskrit word. That was from my first story.
"Whatever. There were ghosts flinging people off cliffs in the other one."
No, the hunters found the cliff on their own,
Ms. Brighton says, correcting him. The Cherokee spirits just led them away from the sacred animals they were hunting.
The only thing I’m hunting out here is a hot shower and cable TV,
Lucas says.
Ms. Brighton’s smile goes wide. Then I’m sure you’re safe. So let’s all stay positive.
I’m positive I’m soaked. I’m positive I hate hiking. I’m positive this trip will go down as the worst choice of my young life, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to hear any of those things, so I keep my mouth shut. I squeeze my way between Jude and my tent mate, Emily, so I can see better.
Oh, the things the forest will teach us!
Ms. Brighton seems delighted at the prospect.
I bite back a grin. Kooky or not, I like her. Granted, the Church of Brighton would be a cobbled-up mash-up of her choice—part Buddhism, part Cherokee spirituality, and a whole lot of all-organic-all-the-time. But she’s nice.
She points ahead. Oh, Mr. Walker’s headed back. See? It’s probably fine.
Mr. Walker stomps up the streambed, looking grim. We’ve got a problem.
Or it’s not fine at all.
What problem?
I ask.
Bridge is out.
He wipes his rain-soaked face like there’s nothing more to say.
I look up at the narrow metal structure. It’s a little rusty and worse for the wear, but overall, it seems intact.
It’s suspended over the water,
Jude says, his soft voice surprising me. "Isn’t that how bridges are supposed to function?"
Mr. Walker turns away from Jude like he didn’t say anything at all.
Something’s wrong with the supports, smart-ass,
Lucas says.
Mr. Walker nods at Lucas and points out a sagging seam and some cracks in the dirt that are apparently scary dangerous signs or something. I don’t care enough to make suggestions. This is somebody else’s show falling apart, and I’m just going to stand here like a stagehand waiting for someone to tell me what to do.
OK, so now what?
Ms. Brighton asks, her oh-so-positive voice dipping a little.
We can’t trust the bridge. We’ll go down and cross the river on foot.
Mr. Walker taps the GPS on his arm. We got a flash flood warning a while back, so I want to get on the other side while we still can.
But we’ll get wet if we don’t use the bridge!
Hayley (Madison?) gripes.
A laugh coughs out of me.
I’m already freezing,
Madison adds. Or is it Hayley? No, it’s definitely Madison. I can tell because she’s the one whose arm is always snaking toward Lucas.
I want to go home,
Hayley says.
We will probably lather, rinse, and repeat this twelve more times in the next hour. These two have been a torrent of complaints. I can’t blame them. This place is like woodsy purgatory.
Still, Mr. Walker has a point. It’s an easy descent to the stream, and it still looks shallow, but with all this rain, that might change. And then we’re stuck here. We’re at the halfway point of the trip now, so any kind of delay could mean another day out here. I’d cross a leech-infested river of blood if it means getting out of this forest sooner rather than later.
Should we just camp here tonight?
Ms. Brighton asks.
Camping by the stream is risky. We could run into a bear. Plus, we might not be able to cross tomorrow.
Ms. Brighton takes a breath like she wants to argue but goes quiet again.
It’s a bad idea,
Madison says. I don’t want to cross.
Let’s stay upbeat,
Ms. Brighton says. We could talk about what purpose this might serve.
Please let’s not.
Gauging from the grumbles of my fellow campers, I’m not the only one thinking it as we scrabble down the hill, mud caking thicker on my boots with every step.
Maybe we’re going to be fish in our next life.
Ms. Brighton laughs, looking pink cheeked and pretty despite the rain. Never say never.
Madison sighs. This whole thing is proof that I shouldn’t have signed up so late.
The homeless shelter mission had openings too,
Ms. Brighton says.
"Well, this mission had certain motivating factors." Madison’s eyes trail to Lucas. Again.
Hayley sighs. Also, our parents didn’t want us in the bad part of town.
Lucas snorts. You do realize poor isn’t contagious.
Isn’t it?
Jude asks him. They’ve been at it since the parking lot. It’s annoying as crap.
Everyone, quiet. We need to move.
Mr. Walker’s voice is tight. Something’s wrong. But he’s halfway across, and the water is still below his knees. It’s moving quickly, but it seems OK. So why is Mr. Walker scanning the horizon like a soldier?
When he’s on the other side, he relaxes. All right, let’s move. You’ll get to test those waterproof boots here. Emily, you first. Then Jude and right down the line.
I stumble to the edge of the stream, rocks slipping and scattering under my boots. Jude’s next to me, earbuds in and his chin tipped up like we need a reminder that he’s better than us.
Emily begins to cross with Jude behind her. Then me and Lucas and the rest of the group after. I can’t help but think about what we must look like, this conga line of plastic-wrapped hikers splashing its way through the river.
Jude gasps ahead of me. Before I can ask, cold water gushes over the tops of my boots, then past my ankles. I stop when it reaches my knees. It’s higher. We’re not even halfway across.
Lucas splashes up from behind, rising over me. Need me to carry you?
I don’t dignify the question with a response. Behind me, Hayley and Madison shriek. I turn to see a glimpse of all three of them, Hayley on her butt in the water and Madison and Ms. Brighton rushing back for her. The girls are laughing hysterically.
We’re almost halfway,
Lucas says, ignoring them. Keep going.
Should we help?
They’re fine. Move.
Stop playing around back there! Get them up, Ms. Brighton,
Mr. Walker barks, then more softly to the ones climbing out, Good job, Emily. Jude! Earbuds out!
Mr. Walker looks downstream, and his expression hardens. Sera, speed up now.
I look up and wish I hadn’t. I don’t like the urgency in his tone any more than I like the rushing sound of water I hear off to the east.
Is that rain?
I ask because I want it to be rain. Or hail. I want it to be anything other than what I already know it is.
Mr. Walker’s eyes flick upstream, his face going pale. It’s flooding,
he admits.
My hope snaps like a rubber band. Fear billows out in its place, making me woozy.
Sera, move!
Lucas says, prodding my backpack.
I got it!
I snap, plowing ahead.
Hayley screams again behind us. They’re all three shouting. Something about a shoe. Someone’s stuck. Mr. Walker is yelling at Emily and Jude to back up, back up! And then the rain changes, the shower shifting into a driving roar with drops so hard they feel like sand spraying down. Everything is garbled. Muffled. Fear pushes the hair up on the nape of my neck.
We’re not going to get across.
Go, Sera!
Lucas. His voice right behind me, his wide hand just under my backpack, urging me forward. I stumble, spreading my arms wide for balance.
Lucas, help!
Madison’s cry filters through the rain, but Mr. Walker shakes his head.
No!
he bellows. Move, Lucas! Ms. Brighton, pull Hayley and Madison back to shore!
The water is moving quicker and higher, and my boots are sucking down into the mud at the bottom. The current pushes back at me. Steps turn into half steps. Quarter steps.
Forget her shoes!
Mr. Walker screams. Someone’s coughing back there, but I don’t look, though I can hear their garbled cries. They’re struggling.
I can’t get her!
Ms. Brighton’s voice is suddenly young and small, nothing like the serene woman from before. This is scared little kid voice. Help! Hel—
Someone else screams. Hayley maybe. I turn over my shoulder to see Ms. Brighton haul Hayley up and stumble back. Water’s pushing at their thighs, but they’re all three up. They’re OK.
Mr. Walker is screaming at them. "Get back! Faster, faster, move!"
I shriek as the frigid water laps up my thighs. Then—Snap! Pop!—off to my right. Dread spikes through me. Something’s coming downstream. I have to go. Right now.
Come on, Sera,
Mr. Walker says, sounding breathless.
I rush, feet lurching. Almost there. So close now. I stumble. Lucas grabs my pack and hauls me up, and then I’m snarling at him—Don’t touch me!
—while Mr. Walker snags one of my straps and half drags me out. Water pours down my pant legs. I’m soaked and freezing.
I take a soggy step, and my boot slips on the muddy bank. Lucas is out too, swearing and scrambling up while Mr. Walker stares across at the girls, hands in his hair, eyes wide with terror.
My knees are buckling, but I grab branches and exposed roots and, finally, Jude’s smooth, dark hand. Once I’m up, I follow him past brambles that snag my poncho. My hair.
Over here.
Jude points to a vantage point near the path. No earbuds now. He’s wide-eyed and utterly focused on the stream fifteen feet below us. Emily and Lucas are beside him, both shaking.
There’s a tree wedged across the stream. That must have been what I heard. The water is rushing under and over it, pushing it harder and harder. And then it’s loose. I hold my breath as it rolls with the mud-brown river, snapping anything in its path.
The others,
Emily says softly.
They’re lined up on the other side, mud-spattered and white with fear as the log hurtles past, ripping its way through the streambed and releasing a wall of sludgy brown water in its wake. The current surges up the banks behind it, littered with smaller branches and clumps of vegetation. Madison’s eyes track us across the water, finding Lucas and then me.
They’re stuck over there.
I know it’s obvious, but I say it anyway.
Mr. Walker barks instructions at the edge of the stream. Ms. Brighton nods along, one arm wrapped around each girl, her dark braid coiled around her pale neck like a snake.
What’s he going to do?
Jude asks.
Nothing, rich boy,
Lucas says. There’s not a damn thing he can do tonight. Can’t even call for help because there’s no signal anywhere with this rain.
What will happen to them?
I ask.
If they listen to Mr. Walker, they’ll go set up camp on that ridge. We’ll stay here for the night, probably farther up the path. Us here, them there. Regroup in the morning if we can.
I whirl on Lucas. "What do you mean if?"
You expect us to believe he’s just going to leave them?
Jude asks.
That flood isn’t going anywhere soon. And I don’t give a shit what you believe,
Lucas says to him. Since someone has to set up our tent again, I need to find a clearing.
Lucas storms away, and my eyes drag back to the stream. Three girls with arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. The river gushes along, a monstrous evolution of what I just crossed, swallowing the bridge inch by inch.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not like this at all.
Chapter 2
The temperature is dropping fast, and between that and the rain, my fingers are shaking. Not helping the tent setup situation. I blame my tent stakes. Flimsy pieces of crap, they’re bent to hell from the first two nights out here. I hate them. I also hate the rain and the backpack that’s so heavy I might as well have a dead moose strapped to my shoulders.
And Lucas. I definitely hate Lucas right now.
Give back the hammer,
I say, one dripping hand outstretched toward him.
Why? I can hammer it in for you, Sera.
I grit my teeth hard and resist responding to the innuendo he loads into every word. I don’t know how anyone can turn a conversation about tent stakes into something depraved, but he’s managing.
This is what I get for looking at him, for reacting. I have no one but myself to blame.
Can you please give me back the hammer?
I ask again, voice sweet but glare dialed up to murderous.
Your loss.
He shrugs and drops the rubber mallet on my pile of soggy tent fabric. I valiantly resist the urge to pick it up and fling it at his head.
Beside me, Emily shudders.
I unclench my fists and turn to her. You OK?
Just cold. Do you think…
Her eyes drift to the path behind us. The one that leads down to the river where we left the others. Do you think they’re all right?
Oh, sure. Ms. Brighton is totally together. And Mr. Walker will get us out of here tomorrow. It’s no big deal.
You really think so?
No, I think it’s an enormous deal, but freaking her out won’t help. It takes me a beat to find Emily’s dark eyes inside her plastic hood, but when I do, I smile.
She’ll make it great,