Arthur forced a small, weary smile as he swallowed the bitterness in his heart. After putting the phone away, he patted his daughter's shoulder.
Lucille bit her lower lip, feeling her father's palm tremble. She chewed her lower lip, clenching her own hands to hide her anxiousness.
"Come. We need to move. Let's hope the rescue team will be here soon."
She said stiffly, "Yeah. I'll get all the dry foods we have, Dad. I've packed my bags."
Only one hour had passed since Lucille returned home from running her morning errand. What should have been a relaxing weekend had turned into something disastrous that none had ever foresaw.
Everyone in the country was looking forward to the beginning of the week-long holiday. Some wanted to relax at home, while others anticipated the special events they had planned, like enjoying a day out with their loved ones.
