Charis
I wanted to shout out to him to pass me the keys to my chains and the door, but I was still in a daze. The van had landed upright, which meant the water was rising from the floor up.
Already, it was over my ankles, and the cold seeped into my bones, even though I was in the prison-issued boots.
I tried to stand, but the chains around my legs made it impossible for me to do so. The chain connecting my wrists to my waist meant I couldn't raise my hands above my chest. I was trapped.
The realisation seemed to trigger an urgency inside me.
"Help!" I screamed, hoping Baird would hear me. The river was black, and the fog didn't help matters because everywhere was cloudy, and I couldn't even see myself.
Also, Widow Bridge wasn't used all the time, so the area was always quiet; I wouldn't expect a car to pass by anytime soon. Plus, if anyone had survived on the bridge above, they wouldn't reach us in time.
