“Again.” Gwen pressed against the board, but the nail dug deeper into her thigh. She dropped it, grimacing.
Then she heard a rumble.
Nose twitching, Gwen surveyed the surrounding rubble. Had anything shifted? It was so dark she couldn’t tell if this pocket was secure.
Or caving in.
“Mom?”
A small whimper escaped her lips. She curled her hands into fists as a distant memory came back.
“Hush, little baby, don"t say a word. Mama"s going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don"t sing, Mama"s going to buy you a diamond ring…”
“Hush, little baby, don"t say a word. Mama"s going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don"t sing, Mama"s going to buy you a diamond ring…”She used to feel so safe when Mom sang that. All snuggled under the covers she’d look up at Rochell
