A Little Girl Called 911 Crying for Her Father During the Storm

Nolan kept his voice calm.

“Maisie, are you feeling sick anywhere?”

“My chest hurts a little,” she whispered. “And I’m cold.”

Lightning flashed outside her small apartment window.

Thunder followed seconds later.

Nolan's heart tightened.

“Can you tell me where your daddy went?”

“To get my inhaler.”

“Do you know his name?”

“Daniel Parker.”

As officers raced toward the address, Nolan continued talking.

“Your daddy loves you very much, Maisie.”

The little girl was quiet.

Then she asked the question that broke his heart.

“If he loves me, why isn’t he here?”

Before Nolan could answer, another emergency call came through on a separate line.

A vehicle accident.

Flooded roadway.

Male driver.

The location was less than three miles from Maisie's apartment.

The driver's name was Daniel Parker.

Nolan felt a chill.

Daniel had left a pharmacy forty minutes earlier carrying medication for his daughter when flash flooding swept across a section of roadway. His truck slid into a drainage ditch.

The vehicle wasn't destroyed.

But the road was completely blocked.

Daniel had tried calling home.

The storm had knocked out service.

Now he was desperately trying to reach his daughter on foot through heavy rain.

Meanwhile, neighbors in Maisie's apartment complex watched the situation unfold from behind curtains.

Some shook their heads.

"Poor kid."

"Looks like her father left her."

"Men always disappear when things get hard."

None of them knew the truth.

Daniel wasn't running away.

He was fighting his way home.