by Michael Carter.”
My heart pounded.
“What did he report?”
The rescuer hesitated.
“An accident.”
I stared at him.
“What did he say happened?”
“He reported that his wife fell.”
My fingers curled into the snow.
“He lied.”
“I believe you.”
“No.” I shook my head. “You don’t understand.”
I forced myself to breathe.
“He didn’t just leave me.”
The rescuer waited.
“He went there expecting me to die.”
A sharp pain ripped through my abdomen.
I cried out.
The rescuer immediately placed a hand near my shoulder.
“Don’t move.”
“My baby…”
“We’re getting both of you out.”
The harness was secured around me.
Every movement sent another wave of pain through my body.
Then, just before they lifted me from the ledge, I looked upward.
Through the curtain of snow, the ridge was almost invisible.
But I could still see one thing.
A set of footprints.
Two people had
