to the marinaâ¦â He let the sentence float away, waiting for her response. âWere you in charge of the kinner?â
âI was. I was, Daed. Itâs my fault.â Hannah tore across the open space and hurled herself into Daedâs arms. He caught her against his chest with an ooph as if he hadnât seen her coming. Her tears stained his shirt a darker blue. âI had to change Sarahâs diaper and I looked away for a minute, for only a second and then I couldnât find herââ
âHush, Hannah, hush.â Daedâs arms tightened around the girl, but his gaze remained on Phoebeâs face. âIs that what happened?â
âJah.â Phoebe chewed the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. âI mean, I didnât exactly see what happened.â
âWhy not?â
âMichael came overââ
A look of anger, pure and white-hot, whipped across Daedâs face. Her breath strangled in her throat and Phoebe took an involuntary step back, hands clasped to her cheeks and neck.
âMichael was here? He stayed at camp this morning. Said he wanted to do some hiking.â Tobias, whoâd been in the middle seat of the van, tromped over to stand next to Silas. âWhat was my boy doing here?â
âHe came toâ¦he wantedâ¦â
Tobiasâs face shuttered. âWhere is he?â
âLooking for Lydia.â
âI hate to interrupt, folks, but the closest visitorâs center is several miles from here.â Mr. Lewis held up a cell phone. âI tried to call, but Icanât get a signal. Weâll need to drive up there and contact the Corps of Engineers. Theyâll work with the Park Service and the sheriffâs department to put together a search.â
The anger dissipated in Daedâs face, leaving it white-gray with blotches of red on his cheeks. He rubbed Hannahâs back for a second and then peeled her arms from around his neck. âGo help Molly and Rachel with the kinner.â
Hannah hiccupped a sob. âIâm sorry, Daed.â
âItâs not your fault. Go on, the girls need your help. Phoebe, go with your sister.â
âDaed, Iâm sorryââ
âGo.â He turned his back on Phoebe. âLuke, will you go with Brian to the visitorâs center? Tobias, do you have the map we were looking at last night? We need to divide up the area. Everybody goes out in pairs. I donât want anyone else getting lost. Her legs are too short to have taken her very far. Weâll have her back before the Corps folks can get out here.â
Back in no time. He sounded so sure of it. Daed was here. Heâd find Lydia. Heâd find her and all would be well. All would be forgiven.
Phoebe shuffled backwards, not wanting to take her gaze from him. He would fix this. He could fix anything. He might be mad at her now, but when he found Lydia, it would be fine. Heâd forgive her. He always did.
Before she could make it to the picnic tables, Mr. Chesterâs green van rumbled into sight and pulled in next to Mr. Lewisâs. A sledgehammer beat in Phoebeâs chest. It banged against her ribs in a painful bam-bam-bam so hard she thought it might splinter the bones.
Mudder hopped out first. Her expression puzzled, she paused, the door still open. âSilas? Why did you come back so soon? Did you get any fish? I was planning a fish fryââ
âRachel came to get us. We came back to look for Lydia.â He didnât sugarcoat the news. âShe wandered off.â
Mudder took a step forward. The plastic grocery bag in her hand dropped to the ground and a loaf of sandwich bread spilled out. âWandered off?â
Leaving Hannah frozen in her tracks, Phoebe rushed to her mudder.âItâs okay. Michael is looking for her. Heâs been out there at least half an hour. Heâll find her. She couldnât have gone