Chapter 19
The cause of the accident was horrifyingly apparent. Instead of being buried securely in the bedrock one of the concrete footings lay exposed like the roots of a tree uprooted by the storm
“Oh, my God,” Nick whispered. A chill that had nothing to do with the weather settled into his bones, this was far worse than he might ever had imagined. But there wasn’t time to absorb the implications. Nick turned his back to the building and got to work. 12
Later, when Nick tried to describe the experience to friends or family, he’d fail. Miserably. He would open his mouth to recall a specific detail; anything to convey the unfathomable depth of terror and chaos. Instead, his lips would press tight, silent until the subject changed. Right now, in the thick of things, all Nick felt was a numb sort of panic.
“Doc!”
Nick swiveled half-way, his hands busy wrapping gauze around the leg of the man in front of him. “What?”
“Better come quick.”