Iris
Seeing my son, soaking wet and clutching a fallen tree for dear life, sends such a feeling of horror through me that I move without even thinking.
“Miles, hang on!” I scream, kicking off my heels and rushing forward. “I’m coming!”
Miles sobs, his arms tightening around the tree. It’s just barely wedged sideways between the walls of the flume, mere inches above the rushing water. Without the rain, this flume would be a small stream, hardly more than a trickle. But now, it’s death waiting to happen.
But before I can do something insane and jump in, Arthur grabs my arm and pulls me back, shaking his head. He’s already stripping off his tuxedo jacket. “That tree could come loose!” he calls over the rain. “We have to be careful, otherwise Miles could drown!”
My throat b
