A wave of helplessness hit hard. When would this nightmare end? As soon as the thought formed, she was ashamed of herself. She needed to trust God’s plan. Her fingers shook as she quickly dialed 911 on Gage’s cell phone. After giving the dispatcher their location, she snapped the phone shut. She shoved aside a wave of hopelessness and knelt beside Gage. “Let me see how bad he’s hurt.” “It’s too dark to see much,” Gage said, his voice terse. “I think he may have been stabbed in the side.” She kept her fingers on his pulse, reassured by the faint beat. “Is the weapon still in the wound?” “No. But I’m assuming this is another knife wound, similar to Dan’s, but lower and to the side, as if Jonah sensed his attacker behind him and turned at the last minute.” “Here, use this.” She shrugged off her hoodie and handed it to him. “You’ll need to use your body weight for pressure to stop the bleeding. If the knife wound nicked the liver he’ll be in danger of losing lots of blood.”
