She heard snow crunching and then saw a hand in front of her face. "Come on, let's get you out of here," Mr. Pryde said. Prudence batted his hand away.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here."
"You can either get up or I'll drag you back to the car myself. Your choice." Given the alternatives, Prudence decided to take Mr. Pryde's hand. He grunted as he strained to pry her out of the snow. She started to cry again at the sound.
"Don't worry, we'll find your cousin," Mr. Pryde said.
"It's not that. I'm tired of this." She flapped her stomach with both hands.
"Ain't nothing to be ashamed about. God makes us in all different shapes and sizes."
"Why did He make me like this? It's not fair."
"I don't know, but I'm sure there's a good reason." He ushered Prudence into the truck's cab to squeeze in beside Wendell. She tried to put the seatbelt on, but it wouldn't stretch far enough. She waited for Wendell to make a snide comment, but he only stared straight ahead through the windshield. "There ain't too many places for them to have gone," Mr. Pryde said. "Shouldn't be too hard to find them."
Prudence nodded, although she knew it didn't matter. Samantha was lost to them and with her, any hope for the children in Eternity.