Vivian had most likely broken her leg, if not her entire hip.

No one could get to them.

Hastings had flown the birds to safety, and Christina was already in Tennessee with family. Everyone else I knew was here.

The hurricane was due to hit in four hours.

Replacements were on their way. It wasn’t like we could leave the people here without aid. Logically, I knew that. Emotionally, I was clawing at the sides of my cage, cursing my own inability to protect my daughter.

My phone rang, and I startled. The power had gone out in Buxton an hour ago, and I’d told Fin to conserve her battery.

Wait. Morgan?

“Morgan?” I swiped the phone to answer. Shit, today was the ceremony, wasn’t it? Was it still the same day?

“They shut the Virginia Dare Bridge!” she shouted. “How do I get over the sound?”

My heart beat just a little softer with the sound of her voice. God, I missed her.

“What? Kitty, it’s really fucking loud. Are you in a car wash?” Why was she asking about the bridge?

“No, I’m not in a car wash! Why the hell would I be in a car wash? They shut the Virginia Dare Bridge, Jackson. I drove an hour out of my way because I knew the others were already closed, but now this one is, too. How do I get over the sound?” she shouted.

I sat up straight. “I know you didn’t ask what I think you just did.”

“Cut the shit!” she yelled.

“Kitty, please tell me that you’re in D.C. with your friends.” My chest constricted.

“I can tell you that, but I’d be lying. Jackson, I need to get across the sound. Please, it’s already so bad out here.”

My eyes slid shut, and I pulled the phone from my face as I fought for control. No, God. Not Morgan, too. No.

“Jackson!”

“You turn around and go inland. Those bridges are going to be hell, and the storm surge is already at the high tide line. Fuck, I don’t even know if you can get across the Oregon inlet bridge if you do make it across the sound, so please, Morgan. Please do not do this.” She couldn’t know, could she? How would she?

“I’m not leaving without Finley, and Vivian can’t move.”

“Fuck! How do you know?”

“Finley called me!”

My door opened, and Sawyer leaned in, no doubt because I was screaming like a madman. “Morgan, you can’t do this. The Mini will get swept away. Please, baby. Don’t do this.”

“I have the truck, and I know the rule. If you can’t see the bottom of the water, don’t drive through it.”

My eyes flew wide, and Sawyer must have heard her because he nodded. “It’s a heavy-ass truck.”