I grabbed the emergency release lever on the cabin door.

The door blew off into the night.

I looked at the water of the quarry lake below, the dark surface coming up fast.

I tucked the empty blanket into my vest.

I looked at Patricia, who was screaming, strapped into her seat.

I didn’t hesitate.

I jumped.

The cold air rushed past me, the wind roaring in my ears.

I hit the water with a deafening impact, the darkness swallowing me once more.

I fought my way back to the surface, gasping for air.

The helicopter crashed into the far cliff side, a massive fireball illuminating the entire quarry.

I swam toward the shore, my boots heavy as lead.

I dragged myself onto the gravel bank, collapsing on my back.

The rain fell gently on my face.

My phone was still in my pocket, the waterproof casing keeping it alive.

I pulled it out, my fingers trembling.

The screen lit up.

A new message was waiting.

I tapped it open.

It was a video file.

I pressed play.

The video showed Emma.