RIVER.

I’ve seen this scene before.

How life slowly faded in the eyes of the woman who meant so much to me.

“Allison!” I called her name as I struggled to dive deep into the river, catching her in my arms before she sunk even further.

Her body felt so cold, like a bucket of ice, devoid of the warmth of life. No, it shouldn’t be like this. My fingers trembled as I stroked her face pale. She should be warm, alive.

Not like this.

“River, we need to get her to the bank. Let’s go!” Wesley’s voice snapped me back to reality.

We waded through the freezing water, my...