Zoe struggled to keep her head above water; the storm was brutal; lightning split the sky with white rage. Behind her, the small dinghy burned, a ball of flame against the waves. The wind tore at the surface, turning the water into jagged shards of cold. The dock was not too far; she could make it. She had to. Lights on the posts blinked on and off. The flashing blue lights from the police cruisers flashed off the buildings like alarms in the sky. Just a little farther. Her soaked wool coat dragged her under, making it hard to swim. She clawed at the buttons and tore herself free, and suddenly she could move again. Gasping, she struck out for the dock and caught a rope hanging there. She wrapped it around her wrists and hauled herself toward the drop ladder. Rain pelted her face like daggers; she could barely see the rungs. Every pull up the ladder seemed like she was carrying someone else’s body. Exhausted, she rolled onto the dock. Zoe let out a furious, frustrated yell into the night. How had she let things get this bad?
Excerpt from One Stormy Night
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