About three hours later I was sitting in the media room with Grandmother, Micah, and Liam, the gardener, watching the news. It was bad, very bad. They said that five boats had sunk and three others were badly damaged by the fire. At first they said that three people had been found dead but every few minutes that number climbed higher and higher. At last count there were seventeen people that had been killed and there were still many more unaccounted for. At one point we even saw my own Mom on the news.
“There’s Mom!” I shouted so incredibly loud, as I sprang from my seat toward the big screen.
We had only seen her for less than half a second as the camera panned past a crowd of people. She had been kneeling on the ground and another woman was hugging her as my mom cried hysterically.