Paul was alive, a truly wonderful piece of news.
But Paul was searching for Alan.
Alan was so young, so very young, and he had encountered a tsunami...
Ave Carlisle felt her legs give out, unable to stand any longer.
Flynn Taylor's handsome face was twisted in anguish as he tried to control his emotions. Cradling the woman with one arm, he asked a staff member, "Excuse me, do you have contact information for this Paul?"
The staff member checked the computer and said, "He's injured and right here on the first floor of the supermarket."
Ave Carlisle didn't know how she got to the first floor; it seemed like she had been carried down by the man. They arrived at the spacious hall, which was lined with many hospital beds. Everywhere she looked, there were people, IV drips. There was also a cacophony of noise and crying.
Where was Paul?
