AS THE HOURS AND THEN minutes counted down to the flitter’s arrival at its destination, Cariad’s positive thinking was slowly transforming. What if Ethan wasn’t to be found? Where and how long would she look? Or what if he was injured and dying or trapped somewhere and she couldn’t rescue him?
Hope and trepidation fought within her as the final minutes passed and the massive river drew nearer. She was was flying above a forest of umbrella-shaped plants with high roots. Cariad spotted the dark gray sand of the river’s shore. She peered at it. She couldn’t see a flitter or Ethan, but perhaps she wasn’t close enough.
The dark gray strip grew wider but no matter how intently Cariad looked, the boxy shape of a flitter didn’t come into view. But then, why would it, she reasoned. The vehicle’s
