I sent the message and then flipped to my photo reel. It contained only the pictures I had taken since arriving. None of those I had of my life were present, and for a moment, I felt a deep sense of loss.
What if I was stuck in the past without anything to remind me of my world?
I blinked away the thoughts. I wasn't about to give up on Carter, my purpose or my belief that there were good people like John and Nell in the world. I forced myself to focus on the pics I had just snapped.
Focusing on them, I stifled a cry. The camera had picked up what I wasn't able to see - but which I could hear through the whispers.
I had found three of the four women Carter sent back.