The trunks of these ferns were quite far apart. They had to be if the plants had a chance of growing to full size. A little girl like Maree might’ve had some luck getting through that way.
I’m bigger than Maree, but I might be able to do that too.
I dropped to my knees and held my flashlight out in front of me. I sighed in relief when the beam spread out wide, highlighting dirt and dozens of blue trunks. I crawled. It was often a tight squeeze, my shoulders scraping painfully against the ferns, but it was much faster to move that way.
Something soon caught my eye. I swung the light around to get a better look. Feet. Those were definitely feet clad in brown shoes. Jacob!
He wasn’t moving anymore. I was grateful for that at first, because I was going to catch him more easily. Then, as I
