Chapter 13

JODY

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. The little girl I’d met not two hours ago was missing.

My throat closed and my stomach rolled.

That poor baby.

“We’ll find her,” Ulysses told Linda. He turned to me. “Walk around, move anything and everything. If you see anything sticking out, dig and yell for me. I’ll hear you over the storm.”

I nodded, my heart in my throat and rushed to work. My mind stayed away from thinking of what it would mean if they didn’t find her. I moved broken tree limbs, branches, and shack pieces.

Every few moments I’d glance up and search out Ulysses. He was higher up, searching with other men, moving bigger pieces of debris.

Rain pelted hard on my head like tiny pebbles. My hair was plastered onto my head and face. I had to keep my face tilted down to see through the downpour. Walking farther down the hillside, I got several yards away from the others.