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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Chapter Fifty-Three
  56. Chapter Fifty-Four
  57. Chapter Fifty-Five
  58. Chapter Fifty-Six
  59. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  60. A letter from Charly
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. About the Author
  63. Also by Charly Cox

Addis didn’t know if she believed him entirely, but what he said made sense, so she tried to trust he was telling the truth and not just saying what she wanted to hear.

After using butterfly bandages to close the gap in Emerson’s skin, Tony pointed to her shoulder. ‘This is going to hurt. I’m sorry. On the count of three. One. Two…’

Emerson’s howl echoed off the canyon walls when Tony stopped counting at two and popped her dislocated shoulder back into place. Streams of moisture spilled down her cheeks.

Too bad Tony couldn’t fix her best friend’s right ankle as easily. Addis’s eyes drifted down, wincing at the black and blue swollen joint that was easily twice its normal size. The way Emerson explained it, it wasn’t the tripping and falling over a rock that caused the snap; it was when the rest of her body decided to go the opposite direction as she flailed to the ground. As a result, her foot had become wedged.

When she’d finally untangled herself, she’d thought she might have a sprain, but when she tried to stand, even the slightest pressure sent her reeling back down. She said her biggest worry at that moment was not the broken ankle, but the fact that she had struggled to stave off the waves of dizziness so she wouldn’t faint.

‘If you fell over there,’ – Tony hitched his thumb over his shoulder – ‘then how did you end up all the way over here?’

‘Well, I couldn’t stay out in the open, so I dragged myself over and between these bushes because they seemed to offer the best shelter.’ Because Addis knew Em as well as she knew herself, she detected the faint tone of pride in her voice.

The wind shifted, ushering in the foul stench of rotting insides from a dead animal they, thankfully, couldn’t see. ‘And then I passed out from the pain – you know, after I got dehydrated from eating those leaves that had me purging every meal I’ve ever eaten in my entire life.’ She peeked up at Addis. ‘Don’t all those wilderness shows tell you that you can survive on that kind of stuff?’

‘How should I know any better than you?’

‘Well, just so you both know, they freaking lied!’ Emerson mumbled.