“I can’t understand!” Corrie wept as she searched, going over the same ground for the third time.
“I had the cord tied around my wrist, in a tight knot. I never took it off, even for a bath. The charm was the only thing on the cord. . .”
Adam sighed. He’d heard it dozens of times in the past hour or more. He felt badly for Corrie, but it wasn’t valuable. Just a childhood keepsake.
“I’ll be lost without it—-Adam! Look! There’s the cord!”
But no charm. Corrie’s tears increased as she accepted the futility of the search. Still lost.