He didn’t think beyond her name. He just ran, lungs and legs burning, every piece of him clinging to the notion that he could pin her in place by not taking his eyes off her. It had to be her, and he refused to believe anything less.
Sixty yards remained between Bridger and the form in the water when he realized it was a woman’s body, cruelly twisted and tied.
He didn’t have time to consider what that meant.
Seconds later, a crashing wave claimed her.
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