Diane sat on the passenger side with Miralee tucked away behind them. They headed east on the highway as fast as if there was no fog at all, toward the mountains, toward hope. No one had said much since Geoff’s phone call and the exchange between Miralee and Jack. Audrey had placed another call to Captain Wilson as they passed through the city limits. As far as Diane could tell, Wilson wasn’t full of encouragement. Audrey got off the phone and sighed. “Cornucopia doesn’t have any helicopters to send ahead. He thinks he can find one down in the next county, but the weather . . . It could be awhile. They’ll send a car up, but we’re already ahead of them.” Diane looked out at the thick air. Not good visibility for flying in, and who knew how far a car or copter would have to climb to get out of it. “It should be better visibility in the mountains,” she offered. “Might be snow,” Audrey said. “But I hope not.” They’d borrowed jackets from the Mansfields’ coat closet when Audrey announced her intentions.
