It's been five years since the sudden disappearance of Cora Cadigan's mother. Five years since the case was closed before it even began.
In the final summer before the end of high school, Cora knows it's her last opportunity to find the answers she...
Update:Next week is when my uploading schedule is likely to change due to my upcoming exams. But for this week, I'm going to be posting the two chapters today and then two on Thursday, as well.
Also, we are almost at 20K reads on STR, so thank you. It honestly means a lot ❤️
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Rhys
It doesn't feel real. She was there and now she's not.
I watch as she plummets towards the darkness below us. In slow-motion, I notice how calm she seems, even as she falls. So much like her, always remaining strong.
When I hear the splash, it breaks me from my thoughts. I run to the railing, searching the depths for her.
"Cora!" Abby screams, running to clasp the barrier, hanging over to watch the water below. "Cora! Cora, where are you?!"
Her words echo in the darkness. When the silence encompasses us, I pull my shoes off. I throw my phone down on the concrete before turning back to the great, expansive ocean.
"Fuck," Abby is hyperventilating next to me, crying uncontrollably. With shaky hands, she reaches for her phone, dialling for an ambulance. "Oh god. Please no," she sobs. "Please, not you. Not you."
I leap back over the railing, looking for any signs of her. "Rhys!" Abby screams. "You can't. The drop it's—it's too far. You don't even know if it's deep enough to—"
Before she can utter another word, I jump. I hear her shout my name, hysterical, before the wind nips at my skin. Within seconds, the water breaks against me, cool icy particles attacking my skin. The chill renders me sober in an instant.
When I'm under, it's quiet. Peaceful almost, if not for the shear terror that wracks me to my core. I kick towards the surface, feeling as if I'm miles away from ever reaching it. I can hear Abby screaming before I even break the surface, spitting out water. I rake a hand through the hair plastered to my forehead, eyes travelling back up to her.
