Christian

My heart is pounding and while both my lungs and legs are burning I don’t slow my pace. The bridge is a 15-minute walk from here so it shouldn’t take me long to get there if I keep going.

The bridge is also in the complete opposite direction on the part of the river where Molly usually goes so how the hell has she ended up there?

"Chris, what’s going on?” Jack shouts out the words in between puffed-out breaths as he appears beside me keeping up with my ...