When the signal came, groups of searchers fanned out into the storm-lashed forest. Lightning split the ominous sky as shouts of “Mia!” echoed through the writhing trees. Rain pelted down as flashlights bobbed through the undergrowth. Jonathan kept his drone close, monitoring from above for any sign of Mia. Apprehension clawed at his chest. Would they find her hiding and afraid? Injured? Or worse?
From his drone’s camera high above the search grid, Jonathan surveyed the scene with a lump in his throat. The tiny figures were dwarfed by the indifferent forest. The wind howled as if mocking their efforts. But they pressed on relentlessly calling Mia’s name, holding onto hope she might hear. Jonathan had to believe his discovery would lead to some revelation, no matter how dark. He owed that much to Mia and her family.