I drove thru the McClellanville area for the first time this week. My son and I had evacuated to Florida for Hurricane Florence and it was pretty much the only route available for returning to our home. Hearing it was desolate and experiencing it myself were two different things and I’m here to tell you I prayed from North Charleston all the way to Georgetown. Drove at least 20 miles without passing or seeing another vehicle. The road the GPS put us on was so tree-covered it was dark, even in broad daylight.
Of course, I had Brittanee in the back of my mind the whole way as well. I thought of her trying to run away. If she had gotten away I don’t know where she could have gone for help. At least we had the safety of our car. But even at that I had a horrible, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I simply cannot imagine the fear she must have experienced. It is definitely no place for a female to be alone. Period.
