I focused on the little boy in front of me. His little sister clung to my side as voices rang out around me. “Is that everyone?”
“I don’t know.” Another voice called out.
“How many were missing?”
“How many did we pull out?”
“Baby.” Rowan’s voice called my attention back. “Amy?”
“Yeah?” I shook my head to clear it of the mist that seemed to still coat it.
“Did you hear me?” Rowan leaned over my shoulder and stared into my eyes.
“What?”
“Did you hear me?”
My mind processed what he was saying. “What? No…Yes, I mean. Yes, I can hear you.”
Rowan smiled. “I’ll take that as I no. You didn’t hear what I said.” I must have frowned because he smiled bigger. “I need you to stop pulling rocks out and instead look for anyone else still buried.” I must have paled because he reached out and c
