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Sara loosens her grip on me ever so slightly. “Maya,” she asks, voice
trembling, “have you heard anything on the radio from George and Julia? I
keep calling, but the cell towers are down.”
“Nothing yet,” Maya says. “But I’m sure they’re fine.”
“Nearest shelter’s over at Lincoln Elementary,” says Officer Williams. “You
could check there.”
Sara frowns. “They were probably here right before the tornado hit.”
“We’re searching the park, ma’am,” says the officer. “We’ll find them if
they’re here.”
“Everybody, clear out,” a firefighter with a megaphone yells from a spot near
Ivan. “Could be danger of more collapse. We’re working on this last metal
beam.”
I look to see if Ivan’s fingers are moving.
Nothing.
“Hold on, Ivan!” I yell.
Nothing.
Sometimes nothing is the worst sound in the world.
Ruby lets out a little elephant cry, and then I realize maybe that’s the worst
sound in the world.