Iris wasn’t a religious person, but when she heard Justin’s plea to the Lord to help their rescuers find them, she added her own prayer to his.
He put on a really good front, she’d give him that. He was all assurances and reassurances. We have food. We have water. We’ll be okay.
We have food. We have water. We’ll be okay.And she’d believed him. It was easier than believing she was going to die on this island.
And at least she wasn’t alone.
“Okay,” she said, returning to the shelter and causing him to turn toward her. “I don’t know how to make a hat.” She looked at him expectantly, and he sat on the edge of the platform they’d built.
“I don’t either,” he said. “But we can start by weaving some fronds together. Something that will keep the sun off our faces and shoulders while we’re out
