Part of Dillon thought Ella might have exaggerated about the landslide. She hadn’t. Not one bit. In fact, she was lucky to have survived. With the amount of rain they’d had, not even the few remaining trees had held the ground in place.
“I told Dad I’d ring with details. I’d thought we might walk out to get you home. That won’t happen. We’re trapped, at least until the rain stops and the creek level subsides. Don’t get too close in case the hill goes again. The big tree balancing there is a worry.”
“My car is under that.”
“Is it insured?”
“Yes, but my car has vanished. What happens if the insurance company doesn’t believe me?”
“Give Dad your details. We’ll get him to notify them and the cops to make things official. Don’t worry. They’ll find your car when they clear the road.”
Dillon
