After the Storm

An older lady with short brown hair shook hands with them. “I’m Marcia,” she said. “I’m sorry about your house. We’re here to do what we can to help.” She reached into the back of the trailer and grabbed something. She handed Hayden and Isabel huge Ziploc bags. “These are Crisis Care Kits. Nazarenes from all over have put them together. They’re full of some pretty cool stuff you might need.”

Hayden looked at his bag and saw shampoo, soap, toothpaste and a toothbrush, and other hygiene stuff. He knew it would come in handy, since his own stuff was somewhere in the crushed house. But all he really cared about was a little stuffed animal way down in the corner of the bag. It was blue, but he could not tell what kind of animal it was . . . He glanced casually around. No one seemed to be looking, so he opened the bag and reached way down until he felt the soft fur of the toy. When he pulled it out, he could not believe it.