25
Brock
The day Annie had agreed to call us came and went, and worry settled in my gut, the kind that didn’t allow me to sleep. We hadn’t heard from her since the storm raged across the state’s center. The call to her sat phone didn’t go through. The old radio stayed silent.
I contacted Flynn Kelly an hour after both Jessie and I forced down some lunch and filled him in on Annie’s call a few days earlier telling us about Roan’s fever. Not wanting to worry his parents, Jessie and I had decided to not contact them until we got an update on how he fared.
Flynn said they’d been hit hard with rain and that the river had swelled considerably, but the mention of wildfire stilled my heart rate, brought my instinct to razor focus.
“The glow of the fire lay to the south, but the rain started l
