Instinctively, I draw a deep breath in and step forward slowly, fear gripping at my heels. Crunch, crunch, crunch towards the edge of the river. My eyes are adjusted enough now that I can see underneath the shadow of a tree on the other side of the river. That’s where I see her.

Miss Mason’s white body rests on the rocky shore, like a haunting ice sculpture. It’s too dark and far away to make out any clear details, but it is obvious from her unnatural position that she is dead. I look away teary eyed, unable to handle seeing any more. If I was alone, I would break down, but with Jimmy nearby I feel that I need to hold myself together.