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Annie
Dad…my precious, f*****g fabulous dad, buzzed low along the river, his gaze latching onto mine as he flew past.
“Daddy,” I whimpered as he banked. Still waving, laughing, and crying, damn near mad, I called out to him a dozen more times while he circled around and flew past again.
Rocks and boulders littered the river where I travelled, and I knew he’d have to fly away from sight in order to land.
He’d found me.
I hurried northward, my hopes flying higher than any plane, than any hawk in the sky.
Hopefully, a deep enough section of river lay not too far away, enough he could put down on the water and make his way on foot to me.
Rescue had come. I just hoped we’d get back to Roan before it was too late.
Still stumbling, I pressed onward, waiting for the plane’s engine or h
