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Back The Lighthouse Save as PDF
Chapters (50)
  1. PART ONE
  2. 1
  3. 2
  4. 3
  5. 4
  6. 5
  7. 6
  8. 8
  9. 9
  10. 10
  11. 11
  12. PART TWO
  13. 12
  14. 14
  15. 15
  16. 16
  17. 18
  18. 19
  19. 21
  20. 22
  21. 23
  22. 24
  23. 25
  24. 26
  25. 27
  26. 28
  27. 30
  28. 31
  29. 32
  30. 33
  31. 34
  32. 35
  33. 36
  34. 37
  35. 38
  36. 39
  37. 40
  38. 41
  39. 42
  40. 43
  41. PART THREE
  42. 44
  43. 45
  44. 46
  45. 47
  46. 49
  47. 50
  48. 51
  49. 52
  50. EPILOGUE

“How long will they be?” Kevin yelled. “Where are they?”

The bartender relayed the question, waited a second, then grimly shook her head. “Fifteen minutes. They say they’re on their way . . .”

“Fifteen minutes? Dammit!” Kevin pressed harder, but his daughter remained unresponsive. There was no color, no hint of life. He shook his head as tears spilled from his eyes, his despair mounting and his heart breaking at the sight of his little girl, lifeless in his arms.

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This is because of you,” Amy cried out. “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t died, if you hadn’t left me, then we wouldn’t be here and none of this would be happening!”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I wish I could go back and change what took place that morning. I can feel the pain you’ve been in—it hurts me more than you can possibly know. But I need you to forgive me, okay? I need you to concentrate all your energy on getting home.”

“And what do I tell people when I get back? After everything I’ve seen, am I supposed to just keep all of this a secret?”

“You won’t have to worry about that.”

“How can you say that?”

“Trust me, Amy. Everything is going to be okay.”

“No, I want to know what you mean.”

“There isn’t time.”

“Mom . . . what are you not telling me?”

Her mother wrapped her fingers around Amy’s hands and held them tight. “It makes no difference. What’s happened in here will stay here. All that matters right now is getting you home.”

“Wait . . . what are you saying? That I’m not going to remember any of this?”

Her mother cast her head down.

“Tell me I’m going to remember you, Mom. Tell me I’m going to remember something about what’s happened in here.”

“I’m sorry, Amy . . .”

“No, no, that’s not fair . . .” Amy violently swung her head from side to side, her lips beginning to quiver. “I need to remember this, Mom. I can’t go back to the way it was before. I need to know you’re out here. I need to know I’m not alone. Please, Mom.”

Her mother squeezed Amy’s hands even tighter, perhaps hoping it might absorb some of the shock. “You’re not alone, Amy. There are people back home who love you and miss you, and that’s all that matters. All you need to focus on right now is getting into the water.”