"Is there a Joanna Morris here? Joanna Morris?" A relief worker was moving through the camp with a megaphone, calling out the name over and over.
She pushed open the tent flap and stepped out. "I'm Joanna. Is something wrong?"
"Joanna..." A familiar figure appeared in front of her.
The relief worker lowered the megaphone. "The man over there has been shouting your name. He came and asked me to help find you. Go on."
She thanked the worker, and then he was running toward her, closing the distance in a few strides, pulling her into his arms and holding her as if he intended never to let go.
She brought him back to her tent. "How did you find me?"
He told her everything. After she left, he hadn't been able to stop worrying. He'd seen her location through a post a mutual friend had share
