Will and I set out, following the direction we’d heard a helicopter. The cold and hunger were relentless. I shared what little warmth and food I had with Will, but he didn’t survive the journey. I was later found and taken to a hospital, where I told rescuers how to reach the others. Will’s mother visited me; in gratitude for trying to help her son, she arranged for the insurance payment to go to me. That support meant I could finally bring Peter home.I flew back and went straight to the shelter—only to learn Peter had already been claimed by his biological father, a man I hadn’t known about.