“Gorilla,” she said again.
The child turned serious eyes to hers and then said, “Go-willa.”
“Close enough.” Amelia chuckled and reached up to finger the necklace at her throat. It was a small gold chain with a gold ginkgo leaf. Jacob had given it to her on the night he proposed. She’d gotten a ring, of course, a lovely princess cut diamond that was a family heirloom, but Jacob had said he wanted to give her a gift that was special, and this most certainly was.
From the beginning she and Jacob had been a perfect match, both in love with wildlife and conservation. Because of his family’s wealth, they had been able to build a center near Bwindi Impenetrable Forest for park guides and guests to rest and relax before making the trek into the woods to see the gorillas.
They had also donated a large sum of money to support anti-deforestation efforts and a police force to protect the shrinking population of mountain gorillas. For the first time since she had been pregnant with Thorne, they were able to return to Africa, the cradle of civilization.
For as long as Amelia could remember, she had felt a pull to this beautiful continent. It was one of the few places that still held mysteries unseen by human eyes. It wasn’t a desert plain—it was mountainous, with depressions and shallow lakes, waterfalls, and rivers.
Amelia had studied the varied geography on the continent while at university. The mountains fed the major rivers, causing the waterways to bleed into undulating savannas until they fell in a series of rapids and waterfalls into narrow gorges and coastal plains.
The rivers themselves were not navigable for any great distance. Travelers, traders, soldiers, and explorers from ancient times to present day had all failed to penetrate the interior heart of Africa.
Amelia could feel that heart beating, steady as a drum, calling her to come closer, to seek out answers deep in the misty mountains. Legends were born and made here. Amelia wanted to be among them, to explore and discover, conserve and protect.
Thorne continued to turn the pages of the book, speaking the words softly to himself in his toddler voice that was sometimes more gibberish than real words. He was a quiet child. He spoke little, but she knew he was smart. He was already learning to recognize the letters and their sounds, and he was even sounding out a few simple words in his picture books.
The plane suddenly dropped a little. Amelia’s heart jumped in her chest, but then she chuckled. Thorne squealed in delight.
“Heavens, what’s the matter, Charlie? You didn’t let Jacob take over flying, did you?”
Charlie held tight to the controls. “No, we seem to have hit a draft.”
The plane jerked, and Amelia checked her seat belt and Thorne’s, making sure they were secure.
“Are you buckled in?” Jacob called back to them.
“Yes.”
“Good. Hold on—”
The plane’s engine suddenly sputtered, and the plane tipped down. The engine reengaged for a brief few seconds before giving out again. But it was too late. The plane dropped out of the sky toward the jungle below.
The next few seconds happened in flashes. Smoke—screams—plummeting—trees—crash—silence.
Amelia coughed as she woke in the thick darkness. For a second, she couldn’t remember what had happened. She strained to see anything as her eyes adjusted to the dark. A soft whimper beside her made her flinch.
“Mummy . . .” Thorne’s voice came from somewhere beside her.
“Hold on, darling,” she said and unfastened her seat belt. The inside of the Cessna was becoming clearer as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. They must have landed below the canopy of hagenia trees.
She unclipped Thorne’s seat belt and felt around his tiny face. “Are you hurt, my love?” she asked, searching for any injury. He shook his head.
“Jacob! Charlie!” she called out.
There was a cough at the front of the plane. “Darling?” Jacob’s voice, rusty sounding, came back to her.
“Charlie?” she called out again, but no sound came from the pilot’s chair. A massive tree had pierced the window between the two seats in the front of the plane.
Her husband reached over and clapped a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, giving the man a gentle shake. He didn’t respond. Jacob picked up the man’s wrist and put two fingers against his skin.
“No pulse,” Jacob said. He turned Charlie’s head slightly, exposing the part of his skull that had been caved in by the tree limb. “Christ . . .” Jacob closed his eyes briefly and exhaled a heavy sigh.
Amelia covered her mouth with her hands as grief squeezed her heart. Poor Charlie.
Jacob unclipped his belt and climbed through the narrow aisle over fallen luggage toward them. “Are you and Thorne okay?”
“Yes, we’re all right.” She pulled Thorne onto her lap. “What happened?”
“The engine gave out.” Jacob ruffled a hand through Thorne’s hair and kissed Amelia on the forehead. “Thank Christ you’re all right.”
Jacob turned to the door on the side of the plane and twisted the handle. After a few seconds it groaned and gave way. A wave of heat and humid air filled the cabin. Jacob stuck his head out into the jungle.
“I think we’re still a long way from the airstrip. It looks like the plane made it all the way to the ground, but we won’t have to worry about it being unstable if we move about the cabin.” He pulled his head back inside and glanced around. “Look for the first aid kit. There might be a flare gun and some supplies.”
Amelia tucked their son back into his seat and helped Jacob search the cabin.
“At least we have food,” she said. They had brought a few weeks’ worth of provisions. She had insisted on having dried edibles packed on the plane before they left London.
“I found the satellite phone,” Jacob said with a relieved sigh. “I’ll call Cameron.” He dialed his younger brother’s number back in London.
“Damn. It went to voice mail,” he muttered. “Cameron, it’s Jacob. Our plane crashed somewhere west of the Bwindi airstrip. I need you to call the number of the forest guides that I sent you in an email last week. Have them start looking for us right away. Make sure—” Jacob stopped abruptly. “Bloody hell.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The message shut off.” He ended the call and turned off the phone to preserve the battery.
Amelia located the first aid kit and Jacob’s handgun, which was safe in its case with a box of ammunition.
“I want us to sleep inside the plane. It’s the safest place. I’m going to move Charlie’s body outside and bury him, if I can. When they find us, we can retrieve his remains then. I’ll find the multitool. It should have a pickax on one end.”
Amelia nodded in agreement. She didn’t like thinking about Charlie’s body being out there where it might attract animals and insects, but they had to stay safe. A corpse close to them would only increase the risk of predators, not to mention infection and disease.
“Let me help you.” Amelia checked to make sure Thorne was in his seat. She cupped his face and gazed into his big blue eyes. “Stay here, honey. Mummy and Daddy will be right back.”
She joined Jacob at the front of the plane. The cockpit window was smashed into fractured pieces like frosted glass. Charlie’s limp body sagged back in the seat, and Jacob leaned forward and hugged him as he lifted him up. Then he moved the body toward her. Amelia shivered as she took the man’s wrists and backed her way out of the plane’s door. She and Jacob carried the pilot a good distance from the plane, but they kept the plane in their sight as they laid him down.