Samuel, worried that Eliana might lose control, quickly reached out and held her arms tightly, nodding as he spoke softly,

“Yeah… she’s not our Hopey.”

“How could that be? But I really feel like she is, Samuel. How could she not be my Hopey?”

Samuel pulled her into a hug.

“Eli, she really isn’t. We haven’t found our Hopey yet, but I’ve already sent people out to look in every direction. As soon as we find her, we’ll ...