I am deep in the sea—with icy water on my face and neck. I am turning over repeatedly in the waves. Shivering. So cold. I hear echoing voices far away. They are speaking German. I can’t understand. Is it Johanna? What have they done with Johanna? I try to call out. “Adrie! Frieda!” My voice is ga...
Fiona shrieked. “There’s only water ahead!” “There’s a strong current here. It’s taken the ice out,” Tom said, remembering Enoch’s warning when they had crossed earlier in the winter. In the spring, the currents shift beneath the ice and could leave you stranded, or you could fall through and dro...