The thought must have crossed our minds on what we would have to sacrifice if she couldn’t be found. Within seconds of hypothetically losing her we turned against her. How could she be so selfish as to get separated from us?
But there she was bobbing her head up around the bald man behind the rest of us with a worried brow above peering eyes. We waved her over, too impatient to care whether the man and his children behind us would thing she were cutting. She looked around her as if waiting to see the watchful eyes of some authority figure to stop her from moving up the line. There was no one to stop her but it was clear her timid nature held her back.