CHAPTER 44
Kori’s mindwouldn’t settle.
She felt helpless right now—and she hated feeling helpless. However, this wasn’t a courtroom. This was a battlefield, one she’d never experienced before.
She knew she had to step back and let law enforcement do their job. But she felt as if she might lose her mind.
Graham turned to her and Wyatt. “Go home. Both of you. There’s nothing more to do here tonight.”
Wyatt opened his mouth.
“That’s not a suggestion,” Graham said.
Wyatt closed it again.
The disposal unit was still an hour out from Charlottesville. Until they arrived and cleared the area, the compound was off limits.
There was genuinely nothing left to do tonight.
That was the part Kori couldn’t quite make herself accept.
As Wyatt exchanged some final words with Graham, she looked at the mountains.
Psalm 121 filled her mind.
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains?—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from theLord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.”
The Psalm continued in her memory:
“TheLordwatches over you?—
theLordis your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
TheLordwill keep you from all harm?—
he will watch over your life;
theLordwill watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.”
Comfort filled her.
Somewhere up there, past the burning remains and the dark cluster of buildings, her sister could be moving through the night. She’d probably be cold. Frightened.
But alive.
Kori held onto that word with all her might.
