Thomas walked toward his company vehicle to make several urgent phone calls.

Rachel’s mother, Joanne, huddled beneath a large golf umbrella while staring at the plot in pure shock.

“Brian, maybe you should take Lucas over to the family lounge so he does not have to watch any of this machinery,” my sister-in-law softly suggested.

“Lucas, do you want to sit inside the office car where it is dry and warm?” I asked my boy gently.

“No, Daddy, I want to stay right here because she really called out to me,” Lucas answered while leaning against my hip.