Chapter 21: Emily: Rescue Isn't Coming

It takes almost an hour for the rain to stop, and when it does, I'm soaked and frozen to my core. I can't stop shivering, and my teeth chatter so violently they ache. Standing near the now extinguished fire, I wrap my arms around myself in a feeble attempt to regain some warmth and look around. Everyone is as wet as I am, and they all look just as miserable, too.

Tom stops near me, a sympathetic expression tugging at his features. "Emily?"

His voice pulls me from the trance I've been in. Blinking, I focus my gaze on him. "Yeah?"

"Where's Aiden?"

I shrug. "I don't know. He said he was going to help…"

Tom nods. "Are you okay?"

I laugh. It's a wholly inappropriate reaction, I know that, but I can't seem to stop myself. Am I okay? No. I'm not. I don't think I'll ever be okay again, at least not as long as I'm stuck on this horrible island.