Aria's pov
I stood in the rising floodwater, the cold current already past my calves and creeping toward my knees.
The rain showed no signs of stopping, hammering down relentlessly while the water surged around us.
Dave was trapped in a storm drain. I had no idea how badly he was injured. The dirty water had already reached his chest.
I clutched the phone tightly against my body, desperate to keep it dry.
But what good was it now? Who else could I possibly call for help?
If no one came, perhaps I should just follow Dave into that dark pit.
After all, with Ethan gone, what was the point?
My legs wobbled, barely supporting my weight.
Suddenly, Dave's hand shot out from below, grabbing my arm with desperate strength.
He was fighting to keep me steady, preventin
