PART 16 – I Had Spent Years Preparing Other People for Emergencies, but Nothing Could Prepare a Mother for the Silence After Calling Her Child’s Name

I called her again.

Then I called her again.

My voice was becoming strained.

I tried to make every call loud enough to carry across the water.

I wanted her to hear me.

I wanted her to answer.

I remembered teaching lifeguard classes during those six summers.

I remembered explaining why people needed to remain alert around water.

I remembered the importance of taking every missing-person report seriously.

I had taught those lessons to other people.

Now I was living the kind of emergency I had spent years preparing others to handle.

There was nothing comfortable about it.

I couldn't separate my professional knowledge from my fear.

I knew what could go wrong.

I knew why the life jacket mattered.

I knew how quickly a child could get into trouble in open water.

But knowing those things didn't tell me where my daughter was.

I looked around again.

The lake stretched in every direction.

I searched the surface.

I searched the area near the hair tie.

I searched farther away.

Nothing.

I thought about the moment Trey had returned.

I could still see him climbing off the jet ski.

I could still see the vest in his hand.

I could still hear him explaining why Cassie hadn't worn it.

I had wanted to shake him.

I had wanted to force him to understand what he had done.

But there had been no time.

There still wasn't.

I couldn't spend my energy arguing with him from the water.

I couldn't spend it trying to convince my parents that this was serious.

I needed to keep searching.

I thought about the promise I had made to Cassie.

She had trusted me.

She had believed that if she ever needed help, I would come.

I wanted her to know I was there.

I wanted her to know I hadn't stopped.

I looked toward the surface once more.

Then I called her name.

I waited for an answer.

The silence was unbearable.

But I kept searching.

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