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My husband watched the river climb past my shoulders and said, “Don’t bother with the door, Claire. It’s already over.” Then he slipped through his open window and swam toward shore, leaving my wheelchair-bound brother and me inside the sinking SUV. I thought I was about to die—until, behind me, the man who had supposedly been unable to walk for fifteen years rose to his feet and whispered, “When we get out, stay underwater. Daniel needs to believe he killed us.”
Part 1 For several seconds, I could only stare at my brother. Water swirled around his waist. His wheelchair floated crookedly behind him, one...
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