Jonathan landed the drone and assisted the search base camp coordinators. But his heart felt hollow with dread. Little Mia was somewhere out in that storm-battered wilderness, exposed through the long night ahead.

And the image of a bright orange backpack abandoned in overgrown weeds was seared into Jonathan’s mind. He replayed the moment of first spotting it over and over. If only he had brought his drone here sooner, maybe things would be different…