“Lillian, your arm is injured. Scott said you were just faking it to get sympathy…”
She quickly realized she’d let something slip and clamped her hand over her mouth.
“But Lillian, you’re so brave! It was so dark and dangerous out there. Were you scared?”
Her overly dramatic manner brought back the memories of that night.
Scott was missing, and based on the timeline, he should have been on the mountain.
I had pleaded with several rescue teams before one finally agreed to accompany me.
It was raining heavily, and the mountain path was pitch black. When lightning illuminated the sky, it revealed the wreckage of the landslide.
Was I scared?
More than anything, I was terrified that if Scott died because I wasn’t fast enough, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
Fueled by desperation, I moved rocks with my bare hands, calling out Scott’s name continuously.
Three days and nights without rest, until I was hoarse and finally struck by a falling rock.
The doctor said if that rock had been just a bit more off-target, I might not have survived.
Just thinking about it now makes me break out in a cold sweat.