The air of panic at the hotel should have done nothing to help Rainn feel better, but packing his belongings in suitcases and loading tools and bags of dirt into sheds occupied his mind. The Internet kept going down. Either it had to come back up so he could book a flight himself, or he needed to contact his parents to help him get off Dominica.
He took an early break and went back to the office to check the weather. The Internet was back, but a long line of coworkers waited to use the computer so he couldn’t stay on long.
He overheard the foreman on a phone call. “Tracy, I’m sorry. All flights are canceled. I’ll be fine. We’ll all be at the government school.”
Rainn’s stomach lurched. All flights are canceled. I’m stuck.
He had been focusing on breathing normally ever since he read a
