Chapter 11 – Part 1


Andrew swallowed hard. He knew it was too late to apologize to Diane, but he felt like he had to say something. Even apologizing to the others seemed the right thing to do.

“It’s all my fault,” he said, his voice sounded unsteady and almost to a whisper. “All my fault.”

No one looked at him, of course. They merely knelt, entranced, and their eyes never wavered from the dark hole.

Mark dragged an arm across his eyes, hiding the tears that welled up in them. He prayed Diane would be alright.


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