We were beyond tired as we ate two MREs that tasted like burnt oatmeal, then climbed into the tent to get ready for sleep.Even though it was cooler than before, it was still warm enough that Molly and I lay on top of our sleeping bags. Crickets and cicadas buzzed away, making the forest seem alive. Molly wore shorts and a tank top as she lay on her stomach, writing her dad another letter. I was shirtless in shorts as I fiddled with the GPS unit.Molly and I jumped when the satellite phone rang in the same obnoxious tone.“I have to do something about that ring,” I said. “Hello.”“Dylan,” Dad said, “how is the search going?”“It’s been hot, but we’ve covered a lot of ground.”“How is Molly doing?”“She’s good. How are Mom and Amy holding up?”“Your mother is at Aunt Jackie’s tonight. She’s still mad at me for letting you search for Hannah. Amy is the same. She continues to struggle with all this. It’d be a good idea if you’re home for her birthday.”“It’s in three days.
