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    The Lost Word – Chapter 8

    In an instant Paige was on her feet. She told the boys she would be right back and made her way quickly over to Shane. The woman shouldn’t be moving around so much, it was dangerous with her injured ribs and the cut on her back could open up again. "Shane?" She called out lightly, but got no response.

    Paige got closer and saw a stack of several newspapers on the sand and she watched Shane rip through them one at a time, tossing them into the flames. She got a quick glimpse of the article and was very familiar with it since she had thumbed through the newspaper on the plane. There was a picture of a man who, now that she thought about it, looked very similar to Shane. Below that was a picture of Shane, herself, in one of her modeling ads. At the time, Paige hadn’t read the article, a fact she was currently regretting.

    "Shane," she said, this time louder. But nothing seemed to get through. Paige stepped up behind Shane and, as gently as she could, wrapped her arms around the woman to stop her angry onslaught. "Honey, calm down." Paige held tightly and used her most soothing tone of voice, "You’re going to hurt yourself, Shane. What is it? What’s wrong?"

    Eva ”Papi” Torres

    Laying in the sand actually relaxing, Papi had a few moments to herself to replay the events of the past several hours. It had taken some persuading to get Jenny to relax after the barrage of questions; things they should do like finding a spring, their luggage, and food. Whether it was exhaustion from the swim or the crash or, more likely, the combination of the two, Papi had dozed off. She must have slept for a few hours considering when her eyes slowly blinked open the sky had gone mostly dark. She looked up the beach and saw that the fires around the wreckage had burned out, save for a large bonfire that the other survivors had built. At least now there seemed to be some order to the chaos.

    Papi rubbed her eyes and took notice of the trio of women nearby. She was unsure whether Carmen had gone to look for Patricia and returned, or if she had just stayed there the whole time. Jenny could have found everything she was looking for and been sitting near the water basking in the glow of a day’s hard work. It was anyone’s guess really, what those two had been up to. But there was still the question of the lady in the water. Papi still didn’t know her name or anything else about her.

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